For those about to rock

Cassandra Disque | November 30, 2004

Perhaps due to the outrageous adultness of the past year or so, I have used the free alone time I have had over the past week to revert back to my adolescence (which, I feel I must remind you, was not all that long ago, anyway). When my cranky old lover leaves for work in [...]

Five lives left.

Cassandra Disque | November 16, 2004

It makes me feel like I have been a very naughty child. Sitting at the allergist today in the little black plastic chair as my doctor lectured me for not having called 911. Emphasizing how lucky I was that my mother came home and carted me off to the emergency room when she did. How [...]

city roaming

Cassandra Disque | November 15, 2004

I’ve been trying to remember where I was when I first became fascinated by cities. I think it may have been in 1999 when I was seventeen, riding the DC metro’s red line into the city from the ‘burbs. Watching the graffiti become brighter and more prevalent. Observing the houses change from pre-fab to pre-war. [...]

Take your shot

Cassandra Disque | November 8, 2004

Inauguration Day is coming up. Reportedly it is to have the highest security of any US inauguration to date, including 4,000 military troops. A combat brigade. On the streets of DC. For the inauguration. Maybe I’m missing something. Where exactly are these troops supposed to come from? The last time I checked the US had [...]

"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.