Cassandra Disque | May 31, 2007
aka, A Bunch of Reasons Why One Night Stands Are Bad Forgive me if you weren’t around in my life as 2002 came to a close. Forgive me, also, for having deleted that journal last year (), which means I don’t have anything online to link for reference. If you weren’t around or just don’t [...]
Cassandra Disque | May 31, 2007
Now entering day two of “stuck in bed: so sick as a dog that my cat won’t come near me; don’t call me because I have no voice; don’t expect me to get up because when I do so, the fluid in my body flows out all the wrong holes; don’t touch me because I [...]
Cassandra Disque | May 25, 2007
Another day, another doctor. This time, a visit to a new rheumatologist, or actually to the ambulatory care center at a nearby hospital to visit their team of rheumatologists and related doctors, fellows, nurses, and such. I had the osteophyte (bone spur) on my coccyx (tail bone) manually manipulated (fucking moved by hand), which caused [...]
Cassandra Disque | May 24, 2007
The metaphor is undeniably fantastic. Today is supposed to be the day I meet with Maryland’s Department of Rehabilitation Services (for gimps, not addicts) to show my counselor the Plan I have put together that maps out my school courses for the next two years. The course load is supposed to then transfer to another [...]
Cassandra Disque | May 18, 2007
I’m going to get my ass burned because I’ve had little to no experience with creative writing since I was in middle school. Whenever I’ve had a creative writing assignment, I’ve frozen; I love writing non-fiction and despise fiction and narrative. But apparently, it’s required that I take a course that works with narrative. I’m [...]
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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