What was that about a US refugee camp?

Cassandra Disque | August 31, 2005

Though I often find myself rallying behind human rights causes, I easily label myself a misanthrope. I think it’s out of self-defense. As an overly emotive person who finds empathy to be an every day occurence, I spent years on an emotional yo-yo, feeling my way through the experiences of everyone around me as well [...]

This is your brain on gimphood

Cassandra Disque | August 29, 2005

I am finding it exceedingly insulting that the 2006 National Patient Summit for Fibromyalgia (Fibromyalgia Awareness Means Everything), put on by the National Fibromyalgia Association, is charging $235-$310 for registration without even having a proper schedule announced. What are these workshops going to be about? What are these speakers going to be doing other than [...]

because Dr Maude is asleep and I want someone to talk to, I’m going to write way, way, way too much

Cassandra Disque | August 26, 2005

On the phone with the health insurance for two hours today, trying to sort out the fiasco which began LAST OCTOBER. 11 months I have been dealing or dodging; small pittance compared to the overall 11+ years of wiggy health bullshit. * * * Last night, a friend of mine told me that her mum [...]

cantankerous

Cassandra Disque | August 24, 2005

+ I now have six credits to my name and a 3.0 GPA. Not bad considering I took two weeks off last semester. It’s only taken me 10 years to be able to finish a course and the exam. No time to celebrate, though. + Last minute change at the Uni down under, and now [...]

it’s called dignity

Cassandra Disque | August 23, 2005

Mathematics: my least favorite classes in school. I still haven’t managed to pass algebra. Numbers just don’t make sense to me in any way, which is why it has taken me the past two weeks to chop through my account print out from the allergy center. Not only do those fuckers owe me money, but [...]

"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.