Another Arab Prince - The Life of a Hotel Doctor
By Mike Oppenheim, MD
When I returned to the bedroom, the prince thanked me for coming, adding that he had a personal problem. He suffered crippling back pain and had run out of medication. Could I help? As we talked, I noticed the assistant waggling his finger in a gesture indicating that I should not pursue the matter. I took the hint.
Accompanying me to the elevator, the assistant explained that everyone preferred that the prince's doctor handle the prince's drugs. Then he pulled out a sheaf of bills and paid me far too much. I decline tips except from the very rich.
Most Arabs that I see are ordinary people, but over thirty years the occasional prince turns up. They pay generously and provide material for this column, but so far every experience has been uncomfortable.