Quotes About Bedridden

The biggest problem has been exhaustion. I've spent about 6 of the last 14 years completely bedridden.

I broke both legs, which is why I ended up lying in bed for three months. It was six months before I could walk on one leg.

This disease leaves people bedridden. I've gone through phases where I couldn't roll over in bed. I couldn't speak. To have it called 'fatigue' is a gross misnomer.

At one point I couldn't move or get out of bed or anything. I developed blood clots because I'd been completely inactive. Then they thought - because the pain was so much - I had an infection in the bones, so they gave me pills, which gave me a tummy infection. It's like a French farce.

Well I was an asthmatic child. So that for most of my childhood I was in bed. Bedridden.

She could still be. She could still be a mom and a wife, and there were still things she could be from bed. She could still find joy in her children. She could study and learn.

Your grandmother's being bedridden has no more to do with it than the cat." Lydia was prone to seek the cat for exquisite comparison. Persons, with her, could no more sing—or dance—than the cat. She found the cat, in the way of metaphor, a mysteriously useful animal.

I had a mild case of polio - not enough to put me in an iron lung, but enough to keep me bedridden for weeks. As I came out of it, my mom wanted to do something for me. She realized that, growing up in the city, I'd missed out on a lot of nature.

I had been a Maoist, and then when the Gang of Four was overthrown, I was completely distraught. I was bedridden for three weeks; it was a very painful experience for me. Not only because I had been wrong, but because I felt really embarrassed that I had been lecturing and pontificating with such self-confidence.

I was depressed a lot as a kid, and I was really sad and wouldn't be able to get out of bed.

He lay bedridden at a nearby farm when Washington decided to recross the Delaware on Christmas night and pounce on the besotted Hessians drowsing at Trenton.

I was a hundred-percent sick, I felt as if I had no further use for my legs, they just hung over the edge of my bed like unimportant and rather ridiculous objects.

No doubt many a man who walks about and does his work is dying and ignorant of it, and many who lie abed all day are healthier than those who bring their food and wash them.

I'm 58 years old and I just went through 8 back surgeries. They started cutting on me in February 2009, and I was basically bed ridden for almost two years. I got a real dose of reality that if you don't have your health, you don't have anything.

I was just telling your cousin I thought you were sick," she said to René. "Why, exactly, aren't you sick?" "Such a darling," René said to the room. "And so considerate of my health. You'd have me abed all day, wouldn't you, my love?" "Always," she replied slowly, "my love." Though the look she sent clearly added her preference that he be in an unconscious or perhaps a non-breathing state.

When I was playing Under-14s I had a bit of a problem with a pelvic slip disc. That left me bed-ridden for about six weeks.

Las palabras se habían ido acumulando en su interior sobre todo durante aquella última época en la que había guardado cama con la pierna enyesada fantaseando con las cartas que le llegaban de Viareggio, fumando y abanicándose apoyada en los cojines y rodeada de interlocutores imaginarios y de siluetas inciertas y cambiantes que asentían sonriendo.

because my mother has never been out of bed before the

My darling, you are indisposed! You must remain abed for the next eight months. Little Buford - " "I am NOT naming our child Buford...

Good works? About the village, sir. Reading to the bedridden - chatting with the sick - that sort of thing, sir. We can but trust that good results will ensue. Yes, I suppose so, I said doubtfully. But, by gosh, if I were a sick man I'd hate to have a looney like young Bingo coming and gibbering at my bedside.

I'm 58 years old and I just went through 8 back surgeries. They started cutting on me in February 2009, and I was basically bed ridden for almost two years. I got a real dose of reality that if you don't have your health, you don't have anything.

That man in the bed loved the parties. It pleasured him to believe that we were happy, that all us stayed with him because we wanted to, not because we had to, that we didn't want to be free. I imagine that's what he told hisself to make it right.

I would like to avoid dying if possible. I do like living! The worst, I think for me, though, would be a really bedridden death.

I've gained pounds lying continuously in bed, seeking surcease and sublimation in food.