Cassandra Disque | August 24, 2004
It’s August. You know what that means. It’s that time of year when I’m thoroughly fed up with it all and want to put my boots that were made for walking on my itchy traveling feet and get the hell out of here. Disatisfied with it all and I want to run away instead of [...]
Cassandra Disque | August 17, 2004
I’m at the office right now, where they keep the thermostat set at around 64F. Too cold for me, in my ripped up t-shirt (yet another ’80s relic from the bf). I’ve been sick for the past few days and the cold isn’t helping. I keep peeing my pants (you needed so much to know [...]
Cassandra Disque | August 13, 2004
Long time no see. If you had really cared at all, you would have written, or at least called, right? Or perhaps it is best to just move on and forget what we once had: any semblance of friendship, shared interests, good conversations — let them lie in peace and keep on truckin’, solo, into [...]
Cassandra Disque | August 10, 2004
Just spent about a week in New York, since the shrimpcake went back to Florida. Stayed in Brooklyn the first few nights and then in mid-town thereafter. Midtown is the rich, left armpit of America, and I understand thoroughly why people would want to blow it up. All the bad things they say about it [...]
Cassandra Disque | August 3, 2004
At this point in my life I don’t think too much about news saturation, I just consider it a given, put up my personal filters, and don’t let things get to me. I forget too easily that most people, particularly those who are not or the offline equivalent, are unable to create a solid shell [...]
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."
|
