Cassandra Disque | May 5, 2009
I remember when my body worked. I can feel those memories in me, beneath my skin and in my muscles, buried behind the current, never-ending pain. For some people, it’s their sense of smell, taste, sight, or hearing that are most acute, and therefore, most ingrained in memories. For me, because of my sensitivities, it’s [...]
Cassandra Disque | July 27, 2008
Dear you: You caught my eye right away, the very first time I met you. I don’t know why or what it was about you, but something drew me in. That same thing continues to do so. I’ve been thinking about you a great deal. All the general cliches, like the way your eyes light [...]
Cassandra Disque | April 15, 2008
When most of the people on my flist started reading my journal, I was a fuckup queen. It’s not that I didn’t know what to do with my life — the problem was that I had known what I wanted and then started getting diagnosed left and right with a bunch of chronic conditions and [...]
Cassandra Disque | December 7, 2007
Dear universe, More days like this one, please. Thank you. – A satisfied consumer.
Cassandra Disque | September 19, 2007
When I was little — real little, less than four-years-old; probably before that, even, probably before my brother was born, but I still remember this — I insisted that I was going to marry my grandfather. I guess you could say he was the first person I fell for, even if it was in 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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