The Hater

Cassandra Disque | November 25, 2009

Am I the only person I know who just loathes Thanksgiving? Every year I want to get in a plane the week before, fly to another country, and not come back until the following week. And no, I wouldn’t have a “festive meal” or meet up with ex-pats while I was gone. If I ate [...]

The Devil and the Dollar

Cassandra Disque | November 9, 2009

Homeownership really is just a way of putting the shackles on tighter. After declaring medical bankruptcy in 2002, I haven’t even been able to get a GAS card or a store card, let alone a credit card. That’s despite my bankruptcy having fallen off one of the three credit bureaus already. All my debt has [...]

Moved On and In

Cassandra Disque | November 6, 2009

I didn’t realize it had been so long since I wrote in here. After slicing off the tip of my thumb at work, I had to avoid typing for awhile because I hadn’t realized I used it on the keyboard as much as I do. The nerves are starting to grow back, so it hurts [...]

"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.