Cassandra Disque | September 29, 2002
The past few weeks I have been burning the candle at both ends, and it is catching up with me. Nine credit hours, ten hours of various therapies, swimming twice a week, yoga two or three times a week now, socializing two or three times a week, trying to keep my sanity and come up [...]
Cassandra Disque | September 26, 2002
Somehow they never notice when I creep out of bed in the middle of the night, cross the room to my bag and reach for my notebook or my recorder, sit down at the chair and start to either furiously type at the computer, mumble into my cheap handheld, or scribble on my paper. My [...]
Cassandra Disque | September 24, 2002
My grandmother just went back into the hospital. My dad just told me to get a job. Piss on me. Right before that my rheumatologist’s assistant called, all pissy because they just received my disability forms and I have to come in tomorrow so they can fill them out. Why do they need me to [...]
Cassandra Disque | September 24, 2002
I have to see my psychiatrist every two weeks to check in. This is because I have an excellent psychiatrist and she keeps very close tabs on me, and we make very minute changes in my medication to find just the right levels. After seven years of jumping though the hoops of psychiatry, I finally [...]
Cassandra Disque | September 20, 2002
The DJ booth is starting to feel like home. The Oxes opened, and for a Baltimore band performing math rock and giving female audience members massages on stage, they rocked the joint. The place was full of the Oxes’ groupies, which made their set feel all the more powerful and exciting. Blah blah blah. It [...]
Since 1996, my life has been a long journey of visiting one doctor after another. I look more or less fine, but I'm not. My daily pill count is like playing the dozens with a hospice patient. One doctor will say I'm doomed, and send me to another for treatment, but the treating doctor will find nothing within his or her area of practice that can be treated.
My life is better than a comedy, better than a drama. Anyone who has done this knows what I mean when I say that you have to not only know the rules, but also play the part in order to be allowed in the game. Most people find what we go through in the medical merry-go-round to be unbelievable, which is why I call it "The Drag of Gimp."
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