Cassandra Disque | August 31, 2006
A few years ago, I queried my flist, “Which is harder, breaking up or growing up?” Only two said growing up, and I was one of the two. Two years later, if queried, I wonder what everyone would say now. I’m still sticking by ‘growing up.’ I’ve been through about six break-ups in the past [...]
Cassandra Disque | August 24, 2006
By the looks of my MRI, there’s an Alien living in the space in my pelvic bone. Well, there’s definitely foreign growth in there, but it’s nothing from a Sigourney Weaver flick. “The results of the examination are as follows: There are signs of a bone spur projecting off the posterior right aspect of the [...]
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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