Quotes About Illness

The next day, Less hears Dr. Balk is down with a mysterious illness. In class, two young women quietly faint at their desks; as they collapse, their twin ponytails fly up like the tails of frightened deer. Less is beginning to see a pattern.

Fixing is the illness model; acceptance is the identity model; which way any family goes reflects their assumptions and resources.

Treating an identity as an illness invites real illness to make a braver stand.

Other illnesses, from alcoholism to heart disease, mask depression when it causes them; if one takes that into consideration, depression may be the biggest killer on earth.

Depression claims more years than war, cancer, and AIDS put together. Other illnesses, from alcoholism to heart disease, mask depression when it causes them; if one takes that into consideration, depression may be the biggest killer on earth. Treatments

Most people have had moments of inexplicable despair, often in the middle of the night or in the early morning before the alarm clock sounds. If such feelings last ten minutes, they're a strange, quick mood. If they last ten hours, they're a disturbing febrility, and if they last ten years, they're a crippling illness.

Disabled people are protected by fragile laws, and if they are judged to have an identity rather than an illness, they may forfeit those safeguards.

At least three times as many mentally ill people are in jail as are in hospitals.

The problem of depression among the poor leads naturally into specific politics. We legislate ideas of illness and treatment in and out of existence.

When an illness is viewed as inexplicable and impenetrable, people tend to react to it with one of two extremes: either they stigmatize it or they romanticize it.

The well then contained death as it once contained merely water, frogs and harmless floating things. The horror of that death by drowning lived in the area behind the carvanda hedge like a mad relation, a family scandal or a hereditary illness waiting to re-emerge. It was a blot, a black and stinking blot.

Diabetes is a disease which affects your blood sugar level. I have to give myself injections of something called insulin twice a day and stick to a strict diet, which means NO SUGAR, NO SWEETS. If I don't, I could get really sick.

I know I am sick, I just thought I was better.

ANTHONY'S [only in 1755 edition] (A'NTHONY'S)  FIRE.n.s.A kind of erysipelas.   

I'm telling you that the cure is the disease. The main source of the illness in this world is the doctor's own illness; his compulsion to try to cure and his fraudulent belief that he can.

Grief was an illness with me. Unfortunately it's incurable. I've just learned to live with it.

called in sick that day. When the nutcase

He stares at me, and then leans back in his chair. He's ill, Jacob. I say nothing. He's a paragon schnitzophonic. He's what?! Paragon schnitzophonic, repeats Uncle Al. You mean paranoid schizophrenic? Sure. Whatever. But the bottom line is he's mad as a hatter...

Monica's about sick, she's almost inconsolable

cough, cough, cough!

If this was so, I was sunk, for by now I was more in love than I could stand, as if some mineral had got into my veins and arteries and I ached, flesh and bones, the way you will on the verge of the grippe.

There I stretched out on the low bed and remained for days, sick. If Tertullian came to the window of heaven to rejoice in the sight of the damned, as he said he'd do, he might have seen my leg across his line of vision through the sunlight. That was how I felt.

did just that but felt no better. The toxin carried by the fish was heat resistant, I was to learn, and more boiling or baking could not neutralize it. As it was explained to me later in Boston, the cigua toxin was quickly excreted by the body but not before it had radically damaged the nervous system. Very much like Ravelstein's Guillain-Barré syndrome. Among the first symptoms is a sudden distaste for food. I even disliked the look of it. I came to loathe all food odors.

No ha sido esa larga enfermedad -mi vida- sino esa larga convalecencia, también mi vida. La revisión liberal-burguesa, la ilusión del perfeccionamiento, el veneno de la esperanza.