NY Times + Hopkins + Sleep + Pain

Cassandra Disque | October 25, 2007

The NYTimes’s Science section did several stories on sleep this past week. One of those stories quoted one of my doctors at Hopkins, Dr Michael Smith, and mentioned the big study he’s been working on for the past few years — showing the connections between sleep and pain. Michael T. Smith, the research and training [...]

Meet the man who is cutting my ass open

Cassandra Disque | October 12, 2007

Well, it’s happened: I finally have a competent doctor looking at my ass. This is the same doctor that I saw back in May, the one who gave me his e-mail address and direct line. The one who played show-and-tell/teach the resident physician how to do cortisone injections into the ass when the pain is [...]

I have a sick sense of humor, but this doesn’t cut it

Cassandra Disque | October 4, 2007

The bar had a stand-up comedy tour as the show tonight called (Still) Born in the USA. They had a “special guest” with them for tonight’s show (as well as for tomorrow night, at Rutgers), one Jacqueline Novak. Seven guys and she were on the line up. I know comedy is a man’s world, and [...]

Your sanity score is 63! (out of a possible 288)

Cassandra Disque | October 2, 2007

From http://www.sanityscore.com/ Based upon your answers, you appear to be in generally good mental health, with some specific concerns or issues in your life. Most people have such issues to varying degrees — some seek outside help for them from a mental health professional like a psychologist, psychiatrist or psychotherapist, while others are happy with [...]

Try to make me go to rehab? Fuck state rehab, give me a real life.

Cassandra Disque | October 1, 2007

No, it can’t already be five a.m.! No, I can’t just now be getting home from work! No, I can’t have a huge gash on my right index finger that won’t stop bleeding! No, my dog didn’t eat 25% of a one hundred dollar bill while we were at work! (How he got to it, [...]

"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.