Everyone Needs a Dr. Feelgood….
…and it isn’t Dr. Conrad Murray. There are serious questions about why this cardiologist did not know how to properly perform CPR that could have saved Michael Jackson’s life. And why was there a half-hour delay before 911 was called? And who was that person who made the call? From his continued use of the word “sir,” I would guess an employee of the household who was being directed by Murray, who was probably trying to revive Michael and/or cover up what had transpired in those crucial minutes.
And then there’s Dr. Arnold Klein, Michael’s dermatologist and the former employer of his former wife, Debbie Rowe. WhenI first moved to LA, Arnie was referred to me as “the best derma in town.” I had a little wart on my finger, and when I went in to his ritzy Beverly Hills office, he seemed to be very hyped up–read between the lines here–and then he proceeded to hard-sell me on his line of acne skin products. The problem was, I didn’t have acne. Just the aforementioned finger situation. Which required a return visit, during which the good doctor was again very hyped up….and again tried to sell me his overpriced skincare line. Not caring at all for his medical ethics, or lack thereof, or his two-second attention span, I never saw him again, but the experience left a very bad taste in my mouth.
Not surprisingly, the self-proclaimed “dermatologist to the stars” was later sued by Patricia Medavoy for his off-label use of Botox to treat her migraine headaches, for which she suffered severe side effects much worse than the headaches.
