It took me a while to...
...decide whether or not I should mention the following situation. I hesitated because the "victim" sort of asked for what she got but after reading her story, thinking about the clueless wife and the fact that there's a doctor involved, I chose to go ahead and spill the beans on one Dr. Christopher Kelly of Hawaii. He currently resides in LA with his Philippine wife, his unemployed daughter and her 2 children who her parents have raised since birth.
Anyway, back to Sherry. As I said, Sherry isn't an innocent here. She knew the doctor was married yet she allowed him to help her out when she had no place to go. That would be fine if it weren't for the fact that the doctor would only help her if she consented to attempted sex with a drunk, old, bony man who left Hershey squirts all over the bed she was sleeping in. He told her he'd help her for a month but he never paid more than two days worth of the motel bill because he needed an excuse to keep her worried about being on the street and therefore willing to attempt to screw the "too drunk for screwing but not too drunk for trying" fool who considers a ride in his Beemer foreplay.
Even THAT wouldn't have annoyed me too much, except for the fact that Marta Kelly was sitting alone waiting for her husband to come home. But if there's one thing I've learned since I've been old enough to marry...it's that very few men and perhaps fewer women remain faithful to their vows. That trio was just another group of cheaters and enablers out of millions.
What REALLY made me angry was the fact that the doctor had one other way of keeping Sherry sitting in her motel room while he was at work...he would call her in prescription after prescription of her favorite drugs. Now, he may be a doctor, but he isn't HER doctor. He did run out to grab his stethoscope once to tell her that she had a hideous heart condition (she did NOT) and had no business leaving the room that week. Frightened, Sherry relented and stayed right where the good doctor told her to. Of course, he would visit at least once a day, bearing gifts of narcotics, sedatives and barbiturates.
At some point, Sherry herself became disgusted by her own behavior and she told the doctor that the game was over. There was only one problem, now Sherry was hooked on the drugs the doctor had ordered over and over again. Physically addicted, she asked him what to do. His answer was no help at all...he ignored her and her phone calls. Then, he told her he was in Guam. Next, he was visiting Japan.
Now, he has been spotted in LA so there's no reason to buy his globe-trotting stories. He simply won't make gifts of drugs to women who do not give in to his feeble, drunken attempts at sex. Luckily, Sherry was smart enough to enter rehab where she remains today.
Unfortunately, your government is paying this charlatan to choose which men and women are fit to go to war for us RIGHT NOW. Chances are pretty good that another poor fool is becoming hooked on the gifts Dr. Christopher bears, but I don't know for sure. I just know something about a leopard and it's stripes. I don't know if it's worse or not, but Dr. Kelly has said over and over again that his colleagues cover for him should he come to work too drunk to even perform a simple exam.
One more thing, in case Dr. Kelly should try to lie his way out of this, Sherry sent me enough evidence to strip him of his medical license and perhaps send him to jail. She saved it all. She may not be very nice, but she is as cunning as is the good doctor.
...decide whether or not I should mention the following situation. I hesitated because the "victim" sort of asked for what she got but after reading her story, thinking about the clueless wife and the fact that there's a doctor involved, I chose to go ahead and spill the beans on one Dr. Christopher Kelly of Hawaii. He currently resides in LA with his Philippine wife, his unemployed daughter and her 2 children who her parents have raised since birth.
Anyway, back to Sherry. As I said, Sherry isn't an innocent here. She knew the doctor was married yet she allowed him to help her out when she had no place to go. That would be fine if it weren't for the fact that the doctor would only help her if she consented to attempted sex with a drunk, old, bony man who left Hershey squirts all over the bed she was sleeping in. He told her he'd help her for a month but he never paid more than two days worth of the motel bill because he needed an excuse to keep her worried about being on the street and therefore willing to attempt to screw the "too drunk for screwing but not too drunk for trying" fool who considers a ride in his Beemer foreplay.
Even THAT wouldn't have annoyed me too much, except for the fact that Marta Kelly was sitting alone waiting for her husband to come home. But if there's one thing I've learned since I've been old enough to marry...it's that very few men and perhaps fewer women remain faithful to their vows. That trio was just another group of cheaters and enablers out of millions.
What REALLY made me angry was the fact that the doctor had one other way of keeping Sherry sitting in her motel room while he was at work...he would call her in prescription after prescription of her favorite drugs. Now, he may be a doctor, but he isn't HER doctor. He did run out to grab his stethoscope once to tell her that she had a hideous heart condition (she did NOT) and had no business leaving the room that week. Frightened, Sherry relented and stayed right where the good doctor told her to. Of course, he would visit at least once a day, bearing gifts of narcotics, sedatives and barbiturates.
At some point, Sherry herself became disgusted by her own behavior and she told the doctor that the game was over. There was only one problem, now Sherry was hooked on the drugs the doctor had ordered over and over again. Physically addicted, she asked him what to do. His answer was no help at all...he ignored her and her phone calls. Then, he told her he was in Guam. Next, he was visiting Japan.
Now, he has been spotted in LA so there's no reason to buy his globe-trotting stories. He simply won't make gifts of drugs to women who do not give in to his feeble, drunken attempts at sex. Luckily, Sherry was smart enough to enter rehab where she remains today.
Unfortunately, your government is paying this charlatan to choose which men and women are fit to go to war for us RIGHT NOW. Chances are pretty good that another poor fool is becoming hooked on the gifts Dr. Christopher bears, but I don't know for sure. I just know something about a leopard and it's stripes. I don't know if it's worse or not, but Dr. Kelly has said over and over again that his colleagues cover for him should he come to work too drunk to even perform a simple exam.
One more thing, in case Dr. Kelly should try to lie his way out of this, Sherry sent me enough evidence to strip him of his medical license and perhaps send him to jail. She saved it all. She may not be very nice, but she is as cunning as is the good doctor.
posted by Meg Kelso | 4:26 AM
2 Comments:
Just as an aside: He's already demonstrated he's a jackass.
But his proclivity for prescribing meds by the dumpster-full is exactly what the VA is looking for in terms of qualifications: A questionable "License" and a mainliner to the Pharmaceutical Companies.
TW
'Tis truly baffling!
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