Cassandra Disque | October 26, 2008
I’ve been sleeping. For a year, maybe more, I’ve been dead asleep inside. The trouble with having bipolar that needs treatment with medication is that it’s hard to find the happy medium, particularly at times of stress. It has been a stressful year, to be sure. (The ailing and then eventual death of my grandfather [...]
Cassandra Disque | October 22, 2008
It’s now been over three weeks since my surgery; twenty-three days since I’ve walked unaided. I’ve left my mom’s house and my apartment for one visit to my aunt’s house, two trips to the store/pharmacy, one trip to the stores (book, pet, liquor) last Saturday, one afternoon of house hunting, and two doctor’s appointments. All [...]
Cassandra Disque | October 2, 2008
When the nurses wheeled my bed into the operating theater on Monday, one of the technicians asked me if there was a type of music I preferred to listen to, or a particular artist. I said I didn’t care, because I didn’t figure they’d have or want to hear the type of music that makes [...]
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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