The last 48 hours with Samira in Dr. Frasch's words.

OK this is tough emotionally but here goes, the last 48 hours with Samira: 

I woke up very early as I did my entire life at 5:00 A.M. 

I was going to swim in our heated pool but my leg was too sore. I had surgery performed on it the day before by Dr. Frisch in Thomasville GA, and he incised it and drained/cultured the infected MRSA exudate. He packed the wound with drain and applied antibiotic (gentamicin cream 1%) and wrapped it with sterile gauze and Coban self-adherent wrap. He advised me to stay off it and elevate it to help with the swelling. 

My leg was twice its normal size and red from knee to my toes above and below the wound site. He advised to continue taking the 3 oral antibiotics Samira and I had been taking for days. I had treated Samira the day before the same way on her right gluteal fold (layman’s term for lower butt cheek). I used local anesthetic and had the assistance of my nurse, Linda Duncan. I even kissed her boo boo after the procedure to show her I loved her and she got special treatment as my "Special and Spoiled" patient and wife. Also, it embarrassed her with the A__ Kissing more than having to show her backside to her friend and my nurse, Linda. 

Linda is not only the best nurse I ever had, 23 years she worked for me. She was like my big sister/family. Also, Samira and Linda both knew that as her devoted husband, I literally kissed her a__ all the time. lol. The rest of the staff, along with other patients, were enjoying watching our daughters, Hyrah and Skynnah, as I was performing surgery on their mommy's cute little (MRSA painfully infected) backside. By the way, this is all documented. At my trial, my lawyers (aka liars) felt it was unnecessary to bring this up and bring Linda Duncan in as a witness and life-long positive character reference. 

I had to take Skynnah, our 10-month old baby, to the Pediatric Center across the street to have a follow up urinalysis for MRSA urinary track infection. She was clearing up after just finishing up her oral antibiotics she had been on for 2 weeks. That is most likely how we got our infections, from her and changing her diapers??? 

Doctor Peralta's nurse performed catheter for the urine sample on poor little Skynnah. I assisted and comforted her while firmly holding her still, during this painful procedure. Then loved her up after that traumatic event for the 2nd time in 2 weeks. I hated doing this. My own children suffering broke my heart. I could treat patients and other people’s children as a doctor, even if it meant inflicting some pain for the ultimate goal of preventing more pain and curing them. Samira left the treatment room and stayed in the waiting room; she could not stand to see the babies go through painful procedures. Even when they had their baby shots I had to take them and assist. 

I wanted Samira to sleep in that morning but Hyrah woke up when I came home with breakfast from a local restaurant and we all had our usual breakfast in bed. I only worked Monday through Wednesday and had Thursday through Sunday off. I started that 10 years earlier after I met Samira, so that I could be with her and after we married could enjoy our beach home in Panama City Beach and travel to meet each other. 

We talked after breakfast. I recommended both of us resting. As Dr. Frisch and I, her doctor, had ordered. The most frustrating thing I found out being a Doctor, when you treat family and friends they usually don't want to listen to you, especially strict orders, because they think of you as Adam and not as Dr. Frasch. She said she was feeling better since I had performed the surgery on her backside and was getting house-itis/stir crazy from being in bed for 4 days. I told her I did not feel good, running a fever and that my leg was killing me. She said that I would be fine, like her, now that I had the surgery on my leg. My infection and wound was 10 times worse than hers and I continued to work 3 days and take care of her and the babies. I really should have taken a week off and been in the hospital on IV antibiotics looking back on it. The average person would have gone to the ER and been admitted to the hospital. 

Dr. Frisch warned me the day before to go home, stay in bed, elevate my left leg above my heart and stay off of it. He warned me, knowing me as a friend, (with almost the same last name and maybe even being related) that if he called my office and I was seeing patients he would have me admitted to the hospital, or more likely, committed to psych hospital. lol. 

I told her this and she smiled and used her sexual persuasion and enticed me. Now that her backside was feeling better I could do more than kiss it if I went to the shower with her. Only after I helped her bathe our girls and get them dressed. She also wanted me to catch Bella, our miniature Bichon Freeze dog (her 3rd spoiled baby), put her in her carrier. She said she needed to go to the groomer. She missed the last 2 weeks because, we had been out of town traveling, sick with MRSA and unable. Samira wanted the dog to be groomed and beautiful, clean, with a bright white coat and little fashion bows with bling Swarovski crystals on her head and matching collars. The poor dog had to go to the groomers sometimes several times a week just to be bathed and whitened with special shampoo and conditioners because she got a little dirty. Samira was meticulous about her fashion designer dog and our 3 Bengal cats. She also wanted them clean and groomed to be around our girls and the many cute pictures/photo shoots and video crew sessions with our pets.

Bella never did make it to the groomer and initially I wondered if Samira had tripped on the hose chasing her by the pool.

As usual, to catch her I had to chase the little precious Speedy Gonzalez around the screened-in pool enclosure. I had to step in the pool and snatch her as she ran to the pool edge and tried to go between my legs. It's amazing how they can sense when it’s time to go to the vet/groomers and evade you with a "Catch Me If You Can" routine.

Samira was getting herself and the girls ready when she noticed that her most prized possession in all of the world, her Roberto Cavalli purse (value est. $35,000) was missing from her collection in her closet.

She realized looking through her closet that more items had been stolen - over $100,000 worth. But that sentimental missing purse had her more upset than anything else. I was doing everything in my power to console her and try and calm the hurt and the storm I knew was brewing.

I told her the most likely person who stole her items was Gerald Gardner because he was the only one with access to our house and he was a thief and had stolen my items many times and she had not let me confront him or report it to the police. I asked her if she was sure she had not left the purse in Miami the week before or 2 weeks prior in Las Vegas when we were on vacation. She was positive she did not and that they were recently stolen. 

I told her we needed to call the police and make a theft report. She said she did not want to do that. She wanted us to find her items and get them back. She was frantic and worried that other property and fashion items may have been stolen at our other 4 properties and my office in Thomasville GA and our beach house in Panama City Beach, Florida. So we loaded up the girls and Bella in her little pink and gold custom doggie carrier. 

We took Bella by 3 different groomers and it’s the first time that they were all booked up and could not work her in. I knew there was a groomer in Thomasville GA, and we could eat at one of our favorite restaurants, Jonah’s. And we could check my office and our home there to make sure none of her or my items at those properties had been stolen. 

We drove to Thomasville Friday Feb. 21st at 10:00 AM. We went by our house and everything seemed to be in order but my favorite dog groomers was closed for a family emergency. Then we went to eat at Jonah’s and had a wonderful lunch. From there we went to my medical office. The office was closed since I let my staff off on Friday afternoons at noon.

While we were at my office, I checked the culture and sensitivity results of Samira's wound on her cute little butt and it came back MRSA and the sensitivity report confirmed that I had her and I on the right antibiotics - Rifampin, Ciprofloxacin and Bactrim. I changed her dressing and removed the iodoform packing from her wound. My little 1 year-old Hyrah acted as ‘nurse.’ I literally kissed Samira’s cute backside as I did everyday we were together. Hyrah wanted to kiss it and was upset when Sam wouldn't let her so I let her kiss my leg bandage. I was thankful Hyrah did not get an MRSA from Skynnah. 

I took the girls to my toy basket I have for my children patients and they got to pick one toy and one piece of candy - candy allowed with parent’s permission, of course. Both of them also received exam gloves blown up like balloons andI  drew funny cartoon faces on them like I do all my paediatric patients and intellectually disabled patients. They all love it.

I then changed my bandage of the wound on my leg. I removed my iodoform packing and my wound and swelling was 10 X the size of Sam's so I had to repack it and that was painful and then redress the bandage on my left leg. It was still red hot and swollen but a 10% improvement from surgery of incision and drainage the day before, and I was taking the same meds as Sam along with Extra Strength Tylenol for pain and fever that was down.

When we left Thomasville and returned to Tallahassee at around 1 pm, I was driving Samira’s Hummer and I noticed the SES (Service Engine Soon) light was on although it was running fine and there were no issues but she wanted the repair shop to check it out. 

The missing purse was still an issue. The only thing I could do was agree to go where Samira wanted and try to make sure nothing else had been stolen and reassure her that I would do everything in my power to find who had stolen it and get it and the other items replaced or have the insurance company replace them. 

She wanted to go to Panama City Beach to our beach house and check on our personal items there. Also, she wanted to go by our other house in Tallahassee that was empty but that we used to store items and some of my cars and high end bikes and toys like go carts and drones. And future Christmas gifts. 

We went by our home at Golden Eagle and dropped Bella off, non-groomed, non-bathed. We transferred the car seats to a rental SUV I still had from our trip to Miami the weekend before,  got some items for the girls and changed their diapers and I put plenty of food for the Bengal cats and for Bella, as well as packing some luggage for Panama City Beach because it was Friday and I wanted to stay there and relax. Samira didn’t want to stay in Panama City Beach, though, preferring to return to Tallahassee that night. 

We then headed to the repair shop to drop off Samira’s Hummer. They told us the SES light was caused by a fuel system air leak problem. The seal around her gas cap was missing. They didn’t have the gas cap O ring and said they would have to order one and that it would be $300. I knew they were no more than $20 and declined but asked if we could leave the Hummer there and pick it up later. They said yes and charged me a $79 diagnostic fee. 

We stopped by our Lennox Mill house to make sure nothing was stolen. But Samira found a Valentine’s Day gift from Victoria’s Secret that I had bought for her and left in one of my vehicles. Unfortunately, we had been unable to stop there to pick it up the weekend before on our way to Miami when I wanted to surprise her with it. We had been heading down to Miami for a Blondie concert and a weekend at Fontainebleau in South Beach.

[Note: The prosecution was quick to treat the belated Valentine’s Day present as if it were a gift for a mistress that Samira had discovered.] 

On the drive to Panama City Beach, she told me how much she needed to get her purse back and find out who had taken it. I told her that it had to be someone that we knew and that would have access to it. I asked her if Gerald had been at the house working because we had agreed not to have him work for us anymore because he was a thief and untrustworthy. 

Unfortunately, it came out later that Gerald had been at our place a couple of weeks earlier. An eyewitness saw him and Samira fighting over something she had caught him stealing from the garage. She was telling him to put it back. This didn’t come out in the trial even though the eyewitness was willing to come forward and testify.

When we arrived at the Panama City Beach house, Samira went in and went through the house looking for her purse. 

I was just one day from surgery and my leg was still sore but doing a little better with the infection since I had been on antibiotics for a week, she had been, also. I had got her on antibiotics and lanced her wound early, being a doctor. 

Despite this physical uncomfortableness, we were getting along better than any other time of our entire marriage. That was never brought out at the trial or in any of the media outlets. On the way to Panama City Beach I had been really tryng to comfort her and tell her, like I said,  that her purse and jewelry and personal items had to have been stolen by someone who knew us or had access to her closet or knew how to get in the house by avoiding the security system. About 6 months earlier her and her lawyers took the Hard Drive out of the security system substation/computer from ADT. All of the cameras and the security system still functioned flawlessly there was just no recording backup intact. I told her that someone had to know how to get into the house when we were not there and that narrows it down to just a few people - Gerald being the main suspect because he had stolen from me many times before.

Samira trusted Gerald and stood up for him and people were used to seeing him around our house and property and the security guards at the gates wound not be suspicious of him. Most importantly, he knew everything about the house and the security system and he definitely knew that we left the pool bathroom door cracked open for the pets when we left and most of the time when we were home unless we left for short trips. He could have watched Sam entering the security passcode. 

I hit a nerve when I told her that the theft of her precious items had to be by someone close to us and that Gerald was the prime suspect. 

 

[TO BE CONTINUED]

I am so glad I never forgot to tell Samira ‘I love you’ every day and sometimes multiple times a day.

I have comfort knowing  my last words to her were  that "I loved her" and kissed her and said, "Enjoy your rest and call me later when you get done with your agenda, and then we'll decide what to do with the rest of our day.”

She said, "Let me say goodbye to the girls and give them a kiss", and I told they were still asleep, loaded up in the car, in their car seats and tucked in comfortably with blankies, and I hoped they didn't wake up on the way to the beach. She kissed me again, and said, "Have a safe trip, love you babe' ". She turned over, stretched out and snuggled her head into her pillow, smiled and went back to sleep. I rushed to the garage to make sure the babies were still asleep and locked safely in the car. Then, I headed to our beach house in Panama City Beach, and to run a few errands on the way.