I've instructed my fiance to burn any journals if I pass before him. Knock on wood and all that good stuff! He'll have a small job, should this be the case. The last regular diary I kept was in grade school. The most scintillating thing in it was when I called Mrs. Determeyer a poop-head for giving me detention. Anna Nicole Smith and her wily crew of doctors have not been so lucky. Here's some new dirty details from the ongoing case: [A California Medical Board investigator testified Wednesday
that a 2007 search of the home of former Anna Nicole Smith physician Sandeep
Kapoor turned up a journal in which the doctor wrote, "I was making out
with Anna, my patient, blurring the lines. I gave her Methadone, Valium. Can
she ruin me?"
If what he wrote in his diary was true, so much for that whole "How dare you, I'm gay!" excuse. Kapoor and psychiatrist Khristine Eroshevich, who along with Howard K. Stern are facing charges of facilitating Smith's drug habit, have both been accused of having inappropriate contact with their patient.
Investigator Jon Genens said on the stand that he believed
this entry, dated June 13, 2005, was the only mention of Smith in Kapoor's
journal, which had entries dated between 1999 and 2005.]
It turns out that she probably can ruin him, posthumously no less. Either way, it doesn't sound like there was much unbiased support in helping Anna Nicole stay sober.
[Photo Credit: RIP, Anna.]
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