Cassandra Disque | July 25, 2005
Am at that wonderful time of the hayfever season (very different here) where my existing wisdom teeth hurt like hell and my phantom wisdom teeth are suggesting that they, too, are in pain. But as the Dr (as in the boyfriend, and not my physician) says, when am I not in some form of pain? [...]
Cassandra Disque | July 23, 2005
The BBC is reporting that UK scientists have found evidence of the much hypothesized gene expression of M.E. (chronic fatigue syndrome/fibromyalgia). If science finds a cure in the next ten years, I lose my bet and have to start believing in God. Monkeys will probably sooner come flying out of my constipated ass. gave a [...]
Cassandra Disque | July 17, 2005
Dr Maude took Friday off work to play explorer with the kid. Three cameras and us in the Roma Street Parklands. At some point I’ll flicker the pictures. Some are okay. Crowning point of the evening was dinner at the Alliance; oh, I do dig that place. Yesterday we finally got down to Lone Pine. [...]
Cassandra Disque | July 15, 2005
Can I fit three weeks into however much time before Dr Maude gets home from the bar, inevitably drunk, and forces me to go to bed? Let’s find out. After the sprog decided that she wanted to come live with us year round and spend only two months with her mom (it’s currently the reverse) [...]
Cassandra Disque | July 5, 2005
This is a heavily filtered post, for a start. It’s a really hard blow to my stomach every time I realize that my fellow classmates are in a class only to discuss the assignment, and have no desire to follow thoughts elsewhere. It’s like the same blow when I realized LJ is a shite forum [...]
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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