Cassandra Disque | December 30, 2005
Coming out of the gimp closet to three new people within three hours: not exactly my favorite way to spend an evening. Having to hear the “Oh. Oh, man. I’m so sorry to hear that,” and all that other related sympathy being poured on like whole milk on top of ice cream. I’m well coated [...]
Cassandra Disque | December 26, 2005
Dr Maude moves back to Australia in less than one month. At that time, I’m going to be homeless. I’ve had numerous offers on places to crash with friends, but fact of the matter is, I don’t live well when crashing. The past few months have proven that without a set schedule, a real home [...]
Cassandra Disque | December 24, 2005
This time of year I have a strange problem, whereupon one of my primary concerns is that of a large amount of empathy for people such as Bing Crosby. Good old Bing: despite some of his lessor qualities, he was a Real Voice, and as such he had a signature song. He was unfortunate enough [...]
Cassandra Disque | December 19, 2005
Sleepy hours spent curled up with the male best friend on this side of the pond, talking smack and history, musing through my narcotic Soma daze. Relaxation bringing release. Somehow, a few months ago, I just stopped being afraid anymore: afraid of all the little things that used to get to me, like socialising with [...]
Cassandra Disque | December 9, 2005
Actually, I’ve been home for almost an hour now and my feet still haven’t warmed up and it’s below freezing outside and my lungs are full of fluid from this latest round of an ears, nose and throat infection, and I’m being horribly, horribly chickenshit about going back outside into the cold again to wait [...]
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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