Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

two more veins , originally uploaded by saore2010 . two more veins The last two hours I spent in the Emergency room with a female doctor a male doctor and a social worker who were trying to convince me to go to a psychiatric ward that had both facilities, physical care and psychiatric care. These were the two most humiliating hours I have ever spent at an ER. The female doctor lied in one of her reports, and the social worker made fun of me by speaking in English and acting as if she knew she had my future in her hands and what was happening was all about revenge. She laughed through the entire interview. She was in control and she could do anything she wanted to me, even send me to another hospital, a psychiatric hospital, where no one would believe my story and where the nightmare could being all over again.

and another vein gone bad , originally uploaded by saore2010 . and another vein gone bad I have close to 60 photographs and a few videos of the entire thing. I knew something was happening, but I did not connect it to the poems I had written about the hospital, or the doctors. They are just poems, after all. I should have remembered Lorca and Miguel Hernandez.

another vein gone bad , originally uploaded by saore2010 . Like I said, this happened every 12 hours. I was alone in the hospital so they could do just about anything they wanted. Sergio

The injections the nurses gave me , originally uploaded by saore2010 . The nurses at El Hospital del Maestro decided to inject antibiotics without opening up a vein and the result was that every vein they pinched collapsed. All of them bled, none was useful more than once. Therefore, the torture was every 12 hours. Not long ago I had a heart attack. I went to that hospital and they sent me back home with the pain. The next day I went to my doctor, he gave me an electrocardiogram and it turned out that I was having a heart attack. But do you think he called an ambulance to take me to the hospital? No, I had to walk home, prepare clothing for the hospital. Carry my luggage on my own and go to the emergency room that had sent me home the day before. After all this happened I wrote two poems about my experience.  They were both published.  Apparently the doctors involved read the two poems and decided to take revenge on me for having the audacity to speek ill about a fellow co-wo

this is my cellulitis infection , originally uploaded by saore2010 . I entered the hospital with this skin infection. What happened next is a tale of torture by the very hands that were supposed to cure and save my life. I will be recounting my true story for all of you to read. Sergio

You are banned, look elsewhere to reside. I am a Jew, expect my excellence, the bleeding, the rat, the affectionate sway of the mood. The pound of flesh you pin, stab, bite, kick, spit, cut, and burn is just another pound of Jew flesh. Use your German dictionaries and appease the differences in language, *como la madre que te pario, o el chulo-e-puta que vigilaba tu  puerca pari-a . Words, languages, flesh, insinuations of whatsoever was appreciated are now gone. Where do you practice your beauty, on the third floor of a teacher’s hospital? In a Nazi ER corridor? ~~~~~~~~~~ *like the whore that bore you, or the pimp that watches your pregnant sow