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A Perfect Start To The Day - The Life Of A Hotel Doctor

A businessman at the Anaheim Hilton was vomiting. Vomiters hate waiting, but the call arrived at seven a.m. on a Friday, and Anaheim is forty miles away. I hate creeping in rush hour traffic, so I try to delay those visits for a few hours.

Mike Oppenheim
By Mike Oppenheim, MD, Mike Oppenheim M.D. - The Hotel Doctor
United States

Examining the Sigalert map on my computer, I was surprised to see my freeway route green most of the way, so I left immediately and enjoyed a tolerable drive. Traffic was worse on the way back, but I have more patience after a visit.

I arrived home after ten, tired from driving but in a happy mood. Since I'm paid extra for long trips, I had earned my average for the day and could pass the time without feeling disappointed if no more calls arrived. I had changed out of my suit when the phone rang.

"A businessman at the Anaheim Hilton is vomiting," said a dispatcher.

"I've already seen him."

"It's another one."

Operations & Strategy USA & Canada United States
Mike Oppenheim
Mike Oppenheim
MD, Mike Oppenheim M.D. - The Hotel Doctor

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.

Mike Oppenheim M.D. - The Hotel Doctor

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...

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