Cassandra Disque | June 30, 2007
This is titled sardonically, because I haven’t been dancing in months. My body feels tight and sluggish (FMS/CFIDS/ME post-exertion fatigue and pain) from last night, but it’s from folding t-shirts and then standing at a merchandise table for five hours to sell said t-shirts to intoxicated hipsters. Unlike when working at the bar, though, I [...]
Cassandra Disque | June 20, 2007
There are five properties in my county currently for sale with listing prices of less than $200,000. All five are condominiums. Affordable housing is in such short demand here, that my county has a section of its County Planning Department solely devoted to affordable housing, an Affordable Housing Conference, a Housing Opportunities Commission Housing Authority, [...]
Cassandra Disque | June 20, 2007
I wish I was shallow. I wish I was more shallow. If I was more shallow, would I be more happy?1 1. Alternatively replaceable with (more) “confident,” “responsible,” “reliable,” “energetic,” and/or (less) “gimpy,” “fatigued,” “grumpy,” “bitchy,” “self-destructive,” and “hurtful to others”? … Define “happy,” grasshopper. … I’m finding myself in a real low, hitting me [...]
Cassandra Disque | June 14, 2007
Funny, that my wisdom teeth didn’t hurt much except during times of intense sinus pressure, until I went and had them (okay, the gum area covering them, because only one of them ever surfaced) poked at, x-rayed and cleaned at the dentist. Now they hurt, quite a bit. And tonight, the first one — the [...]
Cassandra Disque | June 1, 2007
I sat with my cold on unpadded metal seats for an hour and a half today at the Department of Health and Human Services so that I could meet with a case worker for four minutes and say “So, Health and Human Services doesn’t care about preventing homelessness; it will only work with people once [...]
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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