My Life As A Farce

time to get off the merry-go-round

Posted By Cassandra Disque on May 21, 2009

The past twenty-four hours have been non-stop in the way of revelations, good and bad. Sometimes, something happens that just makes all the pieces come together, for whatever reason. Well, I had to go to the ER yesterday (for bronchitis, as it turns out, but I had been coughing up blood) and that ended up being the missing piece that is making the bigger picture make sense.

Or maybe it’s just that I’m whacked out on massive amounts of codeine right now. And had nightmares all night. And am pissed as all get out at all but three of my co-workers. Or maybe it’s just everything. But damn, my head and chest hurt. And damn, I can’t help but feel now is the time to make changes — but make them to what, I don’t know.

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How did you decide what you wanted to do with your life?

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Mebbe I’ll write something that makes sense when I’m not so damn tired.

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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.

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"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."