Grades

Cassandra Disque | November 19, 2006

I got a B in my both my sociology classes this semester, putting me back on the Dean’s List. Too bad I can’t transfer the credits any time soon because I can’t afford my $1720 in leftover tuition. Thank you, financial aid, for dry ass fucking me without a condom! On the other hand, I [...]

Secret Agent

Cassandra Disque | November 16, 2006

It’s incredible how many people frequently accuse me of leading a double or secret life. Well, perhaps not so incredible. I’ve always felt rather split between aspects of identity; they simply don’t mesh, particularly with the people who choose to embrace one side. I’ve met so few people in my life who have seen and [...]

condo renting update

Cassandra Disque | November 14, 2006

Thank you to everyone who took the time to respond to my last post, particularly Malixe and B. I really appreciate all the advice and support. As a result, I did write a letter. To the Director and Members of the Council of Unit Owners of The Beverly Condominium: In the past five weeks there [...]

renters are the niggers of the NIMBY world

Cassandra Disque | November 13, 2006

I’m in the middle of a really bad fms/cfids flare-up. Started a few hours ago out of seemingly nowhere, with no warning at all. But it’s from the stress, completely. As mentioned previously, my downstairs neighbor has been harassing me. This week it became much worse. She keeps calling the building management to complain about [...]

Reasons to be Cheerful, not by Dury

Cassandra Disque | November 8, 2006

#1 Mayor Governor O’Malley! #2 The House #3 Speaker Pelosi! (highest ranking US woman in politics to date!) #4 The Senate #5 Goodbye, Rummy! Don’t let the door hit ya on the way out. Watching the video of the resignation news is deliciously painful, by the way. The way he stumbles, the way he still [...]

"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.