Mike Oppenheim


Mike Oppenheim

In his regular column "The Life of a Hotel Doctor", Mike Oppenheim shares remarkable stories around visiting hotel guests as a doctor. When he began as a hotel doctor during the 1980s, only luxury hotels had a “house doctor,” usually a local practitioner who did it as a sideline. Nowadays, in a large city even the lowliest motel receives blandishments from a dozen individuals plus several agencies that send moonlighting doctors if they can find one. “Hotel” doctors often acquire hotels by dropping by to extol their virtues to front desk personnel, perhaps with the promise of a tip.

Insights by Mike Oppenheim (269)

A Dog-Eat-Dog Business Again - The Life Of A Hotel Doctor

“Doctor Dolman is out of town. Could you speak to a guest at the Fairmont?” That was a jolt. Dolman was an ambitious young doctor aiming to start a concierge practice. He had phoned months earlier to introduce himself and offer to cover my hotels when I wanted to get away.

Impressing The General Manager - The Life Of A Hotel Doctor

Years ago Prentice-Hall published The Man’s Health Book, and UPS delivered my ten free copies. Usually I gave those to family and friends. Except for my mother, no one reads them, so I wondered if I could put them to better use.

Why I Am A Patriot - The Life Of A Hotel Doctor

Hot summer days remind me of why I love America. We appreciate air conditioning. Citizens of most other nations consider it unhealthy. They tolerate it as an exotic American quirk, but as soon as someone in the party falls ill, the air conditioning goes off.

Something To Knock It Out, Part 3 - The Life Of A Hotel Doctor

Her vacation had been a disaster so far, the guest explained. Worse, when she tried to buy amoxicillin to knock out her bronchitis, the pharmacist told her she needed a prescription. This was obviously a scam to line the pockets of American doctors, the guest added.

Something To Knock It Out, Part 2 - The Life Of A Hotel Doctor

Influenza had kept a guest in bed three days with fever, body aches, and general misery. He had meetings, he said, and needed something to knock it out.
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