Cassandra Disque | March 22, 2007
“Housing voucher?” “Section what?” “That public housing welfare program thing?” “I’m not obligated to rent to you.” “I don’t need the money that bad.” “We don’t want none of you poor people around here, in Uppity Up Whiteville.” “Why don’t you just get a real job?” “You don’t look disabled.” “Where’s mommy and daddy? Why [...]
Cassandra Disque | March 21, 2007
Am I the only person of my acquaintance who doesn’t like This American Life, the radio show? Do we really need it on tv? Isn’t that the same as having a show compromised of the best of YouTube’s bio-dramas? Wait… isn’t it just a weekly biographical short film fest? I’m actually a big fan of [...]
Cassandra Disque | March 21, 2007
After about fifty hours of work, forty dollars invested in copies and postage, spending a day at the court house, locking myself outside of my car (with it running, keys in ignition and my purse with cell phone on passenger seat) at Kinko’s during last Friday’s ice storm, and the cold that I caught after [...]
Cassandra Disque | March 15, 2007
Is there ever the possibility to have a love as pure, strong, comforting, sweet, and enchanting as that first love? Does each love thereafter fail because of being held up to impossibly high standards created in the past? (“No one can live up to your standards — people like that don’t exist.” “Yes they do; [...]
Cassandra Disque | March 14, 2007
When I’m being wry, everyone thinks I’m being serious. But it’s my mocking, deadpan, self-deprecating humor that makes life not just bearable, but amusing to me. It’s my spring break, yeah? I’ve got a novovirus. I’m puking and shitting my guts out. But that started yesterday. In the wee hours of the morning on Monday, [...]
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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