Quickie (or not) rant

Cassandra Disque | October 25, 2003

Quick things: My knee is worse than I thought. Basically am trying to stay homebound at this point to get it to heal. Spent 40 minutes in the car today (over the course of three hours) which made it much worse. As a result, no pumpkin patch visit tomorrow. I apologize to those who were [...]

Just a note

Cassandra Disque | October 23, 2003

For those of you who saw me collapse tonight at the Black Cat, directly after the Killing Joke show, and then saw me physically dragged out by Will (there were many of you there, so just trying to get the word out as fast as possible): I’m okay. My left knee, which has no cartiledge, [...]

Just can’t get ahead

Cassandra Disque | October 22, 2003

After spending two hours sitting through a lecture/discussion at the City Council building last night (which I wrote a post about, but it’s at Will’s and has not gone live yet, and I’m at my parent’s at the moment, so you’re getting things here in reverse timeline style), I was once again faced with the [...]

In 50 words or less, tell Anthony Williams to eat your fecal matter.

Cassandra Disque | October 20, 2003

There is a little thing taking place here in DC soon called the City Living Expo, which is meant to teach the newcomers to DC to learn how to live here, providing you have shitloads of zeros above the red in your bank account. As my darling Jamie used to say, it’s all about the [...]

Betrayed trust: You too can get your drama queen on.

Cassandra Disque | October 9, 2003

Sometimes there are things you may suspect about someone, but ignorance is truly bliss. To have the negative confirmed is only to forever taint your image of someone, and if that is someone you personally know and love, or at least, thought you knew and loved, then once the knowledge sets in, everything changes. Trust [...]

"The Drag of Gimp"

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."


About the author

Cassandra Disque

Extemporaneous flibbertigibbet with bone lumps growing out of my coccyx. I was born in 1981. I was another case of "too much, too young," or at least I wanted to be. Now I'm leaning toward "too little, too late," as my body conks out on me, and I find I haven't done hardly any of the things I wanted. This is supposed to happen to people twice my age, so you might find my perspective on life to be a little unusual -- as in, I find just about everything to be hysterically funny, because there's little use in worrying when it's all going to go kaput.