The doctor at the Urgent Care clinic on Walton saw me and told me to go straight to the hospital, asking me if I knew where the hospital was. Explaining to her that I've passed by both hospitals in Las Cruces but didn't really know which was best, she told me " Memorial Health Center. It's on South Telshor at University". That said, immediately I drove myself down to Memorial Health and checked into the emergency room. The first ER doctor having drained that awfully painful boil,which literally smelled up the entire room with a stench similar to septic tank effluent leaching through the lawn behind someone's house, he called for a second opinion from the next doctor who just came on call. Dr. Wilson. A younger doctor sporting a well-trimmed beard with a hippie-type look who seconded his opinion that the surgeon, Dr. Gilliam, needed to take a look and decide if surgery was needed.
I was then admitted into the Intensive Care Unit for observation; the next day I was seen by Dr. Gilliam-General Surgeon who told me that surgery was the best route to take in my case. I had severe cellulitis. Something which plagued my mother several times since she was in her mid-50s and we lived in Newtown, CT. Back when Mom worked at Fairfield Hills State Hospital as a bookkeeper and she first broke out with boils similar to what I had all over her legs and arms. Anyway, so I underwent the surgery and was later discharged from Memorial Health Center. Told by the surgeon, Dr. Gilliam, that, for the next three weeks, I needed to shower and change the dressing at least once, if not twice daily.
Then I explained my expected predicament. That I lived in campus housing and they expected us students not going to summer classes to move out on May 11, 2014; the day after Finals Week commenced. That I was going to end up homeless and living in my Ford Escape SUV and/or tent and would have to, once again, go several days without showering; because I am on Social Security Disability and cannot afford to pay rent. Something the student loans have been paying for here at school; loans which I may eventually default upon should those future novels never really sell. Which is, by the way, what has happened so far to my friend back in Connecticut, James K. Buchanan: Publisher of The Lonely Hill; The Woolridge Tale, and his latest book titled The Ghost of Scheherazade. [ He's working on either some short stories or a fourth book as we speak.]
And so, that he could not help me with. However, explaining that I really didn't have any close friends to help me with changing my bandages every day and that I could never depend on my fucking 19 year old suitemate with whom I shared a bathroom since last semester when she actually moved in from Garcia Hall [ dorms]. A woman who obviously hated my fucking guts but didn't have the fucking cujones' to say it. And so, I was told that I could get Memorial Home Health Care. This after first being told that that might not have been an option being that I had transportation, but later being told that Medicare, which I have, would cover it fully. They would send home health care aids for as long as Dr. Gilliam requested; however, I would need to have someplace to live during those three weeks. [ Two weeks remaining from today, Saturday May 10. A day better known on the NMSU Campus as " Move-out day".]
By the way, this fucking scumbag university [ including its sorry ass " branch" called Dona Ana Community College], one that U.S. News and World Reports Magazine recently called a " Top Tier University", does not even give students a few days to regroup after Finals Week commences!!!! But should that not be expected from a school that, annually, pisses away $4,200,000 of ACADEMIC FUNDING on their stupid sports programs, the failing American Football team in particular? Football, after all, is great for luring " diversity" to campuses throughout the United States; meaning that it encourages "minorities" to apply for athletics scholarships, along with redneck white trash conceived when its human mother had sex with its uncle in the trailer park or barn. After all, what would NMSU do without " diversity", meaning a bunch of African-American [and Caucasian] male Neanderthals whose testicles and penises probably exceed the actual sizes of their brains? Hey, it provides "family-friendly" entertainment for both redneck rancher and Mexican-American immigrant alike.
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