Cassandra Disque | May 28, 2010
You treat me just like rubber – a cheap, oft-used commodity. Importable on demand. Bendable, expendable. You think your words will just bounce off me without a care. But I’m not at all like rubber – I’m porous like the earth, soaking up your every word and glance. I’m fragile like a hot house flower [...]
Cassandra Disque | April 25, 2010
Gardening soil under my nails that won’t come out. What was once a sign of the working class is now a sign of the bourgeois. Except I’m basically unemployed, can’t afford a manicure, and every job I have held in the past decade has been in a form of the service industry, give or take. [...]
Cassandra Disque | December 1, 2009
There was a dead fawn on the side of the highway near my dad’s office today. I happened to drive by it, then saw my dad pulling into his parking lot. I followed him, flagged him down, and got him to drive back up the road with me. In my car’s trunk is a box [...]
Cassandra Disque | August 10, 2009
Friday morning I had 5-6 episodes where I temporarily lost my sight, hearing, and couldn’t move. Each episode lasted for several seconds at a time. Some felt stronger than others, though I don’t know how to describe how. I don’t know if they were painful when they were happening, because all I can remember is [...]
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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