Cassandra Disque | October 31, 2005
Everybody always says they can never keep track of what the fuck I’m sick with. The different doctors, the medications, the treatments — hell, my own parents don’t know, even my own doctors can’t keep them straight. I don’t blame you. Filling out the online forms for gimpfare again today for the third time. This [...]
Cassandra Disque | October 31, 2005
Last night the Chief told me I looked like the Artful Dodger. I grew up with Disney’s ‘Oliver & Company’ as my favorite movie. I was seven when it came out in 1988. It was the movie that made me want to move to New York. Who did I identify with? Not the little girl, [...]
Cassandra Disque | October 30, 2005
At the age of five, my elementary school gave an assembly that introduced the younger students to different instruments. My father played bass and guitar, and I had always been taken by those, but at the assembly my mind was altered completely. All I could feel was the steady boom of the kick drum; how [...]
Cassandra Disque | October 29, 2005
I had to create this uber-filter in order to leave out the people that I absolutely know do not want to read about or see the evidence of my indulgences in debauchery and pornography. Some of you I left in this filter because I don’t know how you feel. If you want off, let me [...]
Cassandra Disque | October 25, 2005
Fifteen minutes ago, at the library, a woman standing next at the cart next to me suddenly spoke to say, “It’s cold out there. It makes my hands hurt, too.” For a moment I was taken aback and had no adequate response. How could she have known that my hands were hurting? Then I glanced [...]
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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