Cassandra Disque | September 25, 2007
On one hand, this past Thursday night, the 20th, I found this letter on my car’s front windshield when I left work. On the other hand, at work on Saturday night, I started getting a headache. Dave said he refrained from coming up to say hello to me because I “looked angry.” I got off [...]
Cassandra Disque | September 19, 2007
I just got two different letters in the mail. The first says that my college finally got around to looking at my transcript from my last college, and it’s not going to accept the credits I earned at that school, including SOC101, EN101, etc. Why? Supposedly, because they do not pertain to my degree. I [...]
Cassandra Disque | September 19, 2007
When I was little — real little, less than four-years-old; probably before that, even, probably before my brother was born, but I still remember this — I insisted that I was going to marry my grandfather. I guess you could say he was the first person I fell for, even if it was in that [...]
Cassandra Disque | September 15, 2007
1. Go to Career Cruising, www.careercruising.com 2. Put in Username: nycareers and Password: landmark. 3. Take their “Career Matchmaker” questions. 4. Post the results 5. Put the careers you have seriously considered in italics, and the careers in which you have worked/do work in bold. Note: I have to take much more in depth career [...]
Cassandra Disque | September 8, 2007
Pop out of bed, hit the NYTimes, and the first headline (top of the most popular, most e-mailed articles) is news of Madeleine L’Engle’s death. She’s been my favorite author since I read my first L’Engle book, The Arm of The Starfish, at the age of 8. It was her writing that kept me from [...]
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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