Quotes About Doctor

Maya can help," Nicole said when the pilot tried sending me back to my seat. "She knows first aid. She runs a hospital." "For animals ," Hayley said. Corey told her to shut up, but she had a point. My dad was the local park ranger, and I had a rehabilitation shed for nursing injured animals back to health. I did know first aid, though, and the basics of dealing with a heart attack victim. Step one: call a doctor. Kind of tough, under the circumstances.

Addison's disease and colitis. Twice a day the doctors shot him up with a

We are victims of a matriarchy here, my friend, and the doctor is just as helpless against it as we are.

The art of medicine consists of amusing the patient while Nature takes its course.

folded across his chest, Klein was sitting on the edge of his desk. "Well, the EEG would have proved that she had it," he said, "but the lack of dysrhythmia doesn't prove to me conclusively that she doesn't. It might be hysteria, but the pattern before and after her convulsion was much too striking." Chris furrowed her brow. "You know, you keep on saying that, Doc—'convulsion.

Chris made a telephone call to her doctor in Los Angeles to ask him for a referral to a local psychiatrist for Regan.

Well, the test was negative," he said, then described the procedure, explaining that in clonus the alternate flexing and releasing of the foot would have triggered a run of clonic contractions. But as he sat at his desk, Klein still seemed worried. "Has she ever had a fall?" he asked.

wrote a prescription for soluble Thorazine and disposable syringes, and gave it to Chris. "Have this filled right away." Chris handed it to Sharon. "Shar, take care of that for me, would you? Just call and they'll send it. I'd like to go with the doctor while he makes those tests." Chris turned and looked up at the doctor wistfully. "Do you mind?" Klein noted the tightness

Macbeth: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd,Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,Raze out the written troubles of the brain,And with some sweet oblivious antidoteCleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuffWhich weighs upon the heart?Doctor: Therein the patientMust minister to himself.Macbeth: Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.

On the seventh hourOn the seventh dayOn the seventh monthThe seventh doctor sayHe was born for good luckAnd that you'll seeI got seven hundred dollarsDon't you mess with me

To help others achieve that we must first remove what is obscuring our own mind. Then, like the doctor, our capacity to help is very much greater.

Ah, solving that question Brings the priest and the doctor In their

A handsome woman with auburn hair cut short, wearing a silk blouse, cardigan, and wool pants, says that she is a doctor. Deeply sad, she admits that for more than a year she conducted surgeries while high on meth. She initially tried it at a party. "I felt better than I had ever felt before in my life," she says. "I felt as if I could do anything. I never ever wanted to lose that feeling.

Tom!" said Tom. "Tom!" exclaimed the doctor, as if he was about to have guessed it. He wrote down the next two letters. "So what do they call you? Thomas? Tommy? Big Tom? Little Tom? Tom Thumb?" "Tom," replied Tom wearily. Tom had already said his name was Tom. "Do you have a surname?

so what brings you to the doctor today?" "hmm, im afraid i have the chronic desire to save people" "i know about that. i've got it too. maybe it's catching." "not catching enough

Illness is the doctor to whom we pay most heed; to kindness, to knowledge, we make promise only; pain we obey.

People pay the doctor for his trouble; for his kindness they still remain in his debt.

When a doctor does go wrong he is the first of criminals. He has nerve and he has knowledge.

Manuel Grajales, recién licenciado de cirujano médico y al doctor Ramón Fernández de Ochoa; y a dos practicantes y tres enfermeros cuya función sería cuidar del aseo y asistencia de los niños y acompañarlos

I went to the doctor and he said I had acute appendicitis, and I said compared to who?

Guy walks into the doctor's office," the clownish fool retorts, "says, 'Doc, I've hurt my arm in several places.' 'So,' his doctor says, 'stay outta those places.'" "How

He embraced me before them all, and he cried: 'Let every man favor his own doctor. This Dr. Colet is the doctor for me....

He compuesto un poema a la victoria: ¡Quién lo hubiera creído! ¡El doctor MacRae ha sonreído! ¡Es verdad!

Sabrina Starr was fuming. Her sprained ankle was a disaster. If she didn't rescue the Chinese ambassador from his kidnappers within the next forty-eight hours, discord would spread, countries would fall, and World War III would loom. And here she was stuck in the hospital. "Ms. Starr? I'm Dr. Albert, Ankle Specialist." Sabrina gazed up at the doctor and her heart sang.