Cassandra Disque | June 19, 2006
I really love how my doctors on Medicaid tell me there is no treatment, no care, and no doctors who will see me for my condition… particularly when there are official cases of people who have died from my condition. There IS care available, and some doctors DO know what they’re doing–but none of them [...]
Cassandra Disque | June 19, 2006
Two weeks before turning twenty-one, I was diagnosed with ME, FMS, and the gamut that come with them. The day before my birthday I was diagnosed with cervical dysplasia, which meant I was also diagnosed with HPV. So I kinda don’t like doctors and my birthdays. This year, I’m doing the Hopkins sleep study four [...]
Cassandra Disque | June 18, 2006
I really love how my doctors on Medicaid tell me there is no treatment, no care, and no doctors who will see me for my condition… particularly when there are official cases of people who have died from my condition. There IS care available, and some doctors DO know what they’re doing–but none of them [...]
Cassandra Disque | June 11, 2006
Lying in bed at 2:13, early on a Monday morning in DC’s Petworth neighborhood. Listening to the traffic rushing by on Georgia Avenue, just one floor beneath the bed. Just a wall of cement between my naked body and the outside life, full of strangers and familiar things. Every night, I listen to the varying [...]
Cassandra Disque | June 8, 2006
I feel like such a fuck-up. Today I had to drop my second session summer courses, too. So to recap: while dating Dr Maude, I got a solid six credits under my belt while we were in Brisbane. 3.0 grade average. When we returned from Brisbane and I broke up with him, I started going [...]
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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