Cassandra Disque | November 1, 2007
“I am never going to get out of this semblance of a white trash existence, am I?” — quoting myself, about ten hours ago, written in between phone calls and before errands and appointments and the like. Then there was today. I haven’t been writing much lately, not much of substance, at least. It’s not [...]
Cassandra Disque | November 1, 2007
I spent Halloween’s Eve and Halloween itself strung out and then asleep from morphine. (Pause.) That I somewhat unwilling had injected into my upper ass by a nurse in the rush section of the ER at Holy Cross Hospital on Tuesday night. Wow, I spent Halloween of 2002 in Holy Cross Hospital, too, except that [...]
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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