|Birthday||July 19, 1942|
|Died on||Jan. 14, 2013|
|Org. Affiliation(s)||Flag Service Organization|
|Children||daughter - Kelly Munk|
One of the hero's of Scientology. Kima was very close to LRH and in fact, saved his life on at least one occasion while caring for and nursing him on numerous others.
"She was born 19 July, I believe 1942 in Oporto Portugal - her mother was a British spy (both parents worked for MI6 during WWII) returning to England to have her child but couldn't get back in time."
her story[edit | edit source]
- "Kima Douglas was very much a typical Scientologist during her years in the Church, from 1968 to 1980: she was young, English-speaking, well-educated and totally committed. She was well-qualified to join L. Ron Hubbard's naval élite, the Sea Org, which had been founded in 1967. Her past nursing experience in her home country of Rhodesia was discovered at a time when Hubbard's health was rapidly deteriorating and for seven years, from 1973 to 1980, she became a unique combination of nurse, aide de camp and confidante. When she was interviewed in 1986 by the British journalist and writer for his biography of Hubbard, Bare-Faced Messiah, she had an extraordinary story to tell."
- "Then he got bursitis in his shoulder, I did a quick check on things you can do other than exercise. One thing that helps was injections of vitamin B12. I was giving him daily shots and they were helping and I was giving him limited exercises, he was overweight, having someone commiserate. He got through it and then got a little bit of flu and says it is pneumonia, it was not. We got him through that and so I became a person who could get him through his little sickness. and an affinity was established."
- "Then he took his motorcycle out and came off in an oil slick. He broke his arm, three ribs and bruised himself to an unbelievable point. He had massive black bruises, he had really damaged himself. He refused to see a doctor. I saw him come back, walking. He went into his room and wouldn't see anyone except messengers and Mary Sue. Next day he saw Jim and then me. He was in his chair. We strapped his arm to him and strapped his ribs. We were in Las Palmas. We went out to sea in a Force 5 [wind]. Strapped to his chair he must have gone through agony. He screamed and hollered and yelled and slept in his chair. It was absolutely ungodly, six weeks of pure hell. Finally Laurel [Sullivan] went into town and found a doctor. She went off in Madeira and found a doctor. He came to the ship and he said what we all knew. In Lisbon we got him off and had him x-rayed but the break had already started to mend. He never went into a cast - it was too late. It took three months to heal..."
- "The ship had arrived in Curacao. The Commodore was out taking photographs. Mary Sue called me and said, "The Commodore looks dreadful, come up." I walked in and thought, "Shit, he's dying!" He was grey, his pulse erratic. I told him he was having a heart attack and I was taking him into hospital. I said I was calling an ambulance. He said he forbid it. I said I don't care.
- He had embolisms in the ambulance. The doctors were very worried when he arrived, they thought there was not much hope. They put him on an anticoagulant and he started to get better. I did everything - nursing him, got him into a private room, brought him food from the ship. I ferried every meal there for 3 weeks; the hospital was 10 miles away. He had hot and cold boxes. The messengers ate hospital food. 3 messengers sat outside his room 24 hours a day. He sat on the edge of his bed and said, "You disobeyed me". I said, "Yes, I did, and I'll do it every time your life is in danger." He said it wasn't that bad. I said, "I'm not going to argue with you. Ask the doctor." The doctor told him he was 2-3 hours from death. He was supposed to be on anticoagulant pills for the rest of his life, but he stopped taking them in LA."
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