Cassandra Disque | February 26, 2004
“‘dominatrix whores who incite lusts for sexual violence’ http://libercratic.government.directnic.com/Journal/culture/TV.htm “gotta love those who fear the degredation of the moral fiber of america. still can’t decide if this is crackpot or parody.” – email from Will. That site is absolutely hysterical, until you go up in the site heirarchy and realize that they aren’t kidding. Which [...]
Cassandra Disque | February 20, 2004
Today was my “day off.” It went up to 60 degrees today. It is 4:30, and I just finished six hours of phone calls, paperwork, and filing with doctors, lawyers, the State health programs, my health insurance company, and 411 to get my health shit taken care of. I’m still wearing the sweater and yoga [...]
Cassandra Disque | February 16, 2004
Went to the doctor’s yesterday. Went to the doctor’s last week. Nothing new, right? Wrong. Got some test results back. Got some new tests ordered. Got told about something called transverse myeltisis. Got told that is probably what has been the underlying problem all this time and that it is the reason the left side [...]
Cassandra Disque | February 16, 2004
I read this e-mail an hour ago and the next thing I know I am off on a huge rant about Washington area unification. Oops. Representation in themail, February 15, 2004 Dear Representatives: Gregg Easterbrook is a liberal political commentator and columnist for The New Republic, who has his own blog on the magazine’s web [...]
Cassandra Disque | February 12, 2004
February 12, 2004. Today was crazier than the cat’s meow crawling up my back, something I got to experience today, on top of an amazing number of other things which will be discussed tomorrow. Friday, the 13th. My lucky day (no sarcasm, it really is). Tomorrow I am shutting in. No doctor’s appointments, no errands, [...]
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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