Cassandra Disque | March 30, 2003
No coherency for tonight. I am sick again, I think a fibromyalgia flare up. I woke up at Maude’s after ten or so hours of sleep (I really needed it) with sore glands in my neck. Getting out of bed two hours later I discovered my entire body was sore, achey. Stretched, took a hot [...]
Cassandra Disque | March 27, 2003
Exactly two weeks ago I was at the gynocologist. I got screened for chlamydia and gonorrhea. The tests came back negative. That is a relief, though who really cares, because chlamydia is so easily treated and cured. I received the paperwork necessary to go to a lab and get tested for hepatitis B, syphillis, and [...]
Cassandra Disque | March 25, 2003
Me: happy, tired, full, still a little buzzed, listening to My Robot Friend and warning you now that this is going to be a post of utter incoherence. You: going to read it anyway. First, I need to change my shirt, because it looks like someone took a giant shit on my sleeve. Be right [...]
Cassandra Disque | March 24, 2003
Meet Ze Monsta Saturday night after an amusing party at the formerly metalhedwig‘s (who is no longer himself, I might add, which thus multiplies the utter metalness of his hedwig) home, Maude took me home and used his PhD to become a Frankenstein. I am the monster. With the bourbon overflowing, I was placed in [...]
Cassandra Disque | March 20, 2003
In the past eighteen hours… While my sister browsed the online Victoria’s Secret catalogue, one Iraqi civilian died. While my mother curled up with Court TV movies and reruns, one Iraqi civilian died. While my father snored away on the couch in front of the news, one Iraqi civilian died. While my brother watched an [...]
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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