Quotes About Treatment

Chemotherapy takes its toll; the more you keep doing it, you lose your energy, and it gets more difficult to swallow.

In my view, the recognition that a person has distorted thinking that comes from or produces suffering is important, but it has no inherent implication for action. It doesn't imply medication, incarceration, or any particular brand of treatment. It just means stating openly that an internal conflict is not being resolved, is instead being expressed externally, and that those who did not cause the pain will be the ones to be blamed and to pay for it.

He was just the sort of man to have faith in leeches. Leeches, and licorice, and cod-liver oil.

Part of the deal with treating Hashimoto's was that I had to stop exercising. I could walk, the doctors said, but extremely slowly.

Adding sugar to a wound will greatly reduce the pain and speed up the healing process.

Q: Why did the cookie go to the hospital? A: It felt crummy.

A Polish man was suffering from constipation, so his doctor pre-scribed suppositories. A week later the Pole complained to the doctor that they didn't produce the desired results. "Have you been taking them regularly?" the doctor asked. "What do you think I've been doing," the Pole replied, "shoving them up my ass?!

Goody's headache powder.

Youth and adult suicide rates have doubled or tripled over the past forty years. The biggest-selling drugs are those treating depression, anxiety and stress. The onset of depression now occurs at age fourteen, anxiety at age eleven. Obesity and diabetes have reached epidemic proportions.

But none of these treatments have fundamentally reduced the underlying anxiety that seems woven into my soul and hardwired into my body and that at times makes my life a misery. As the years pass, the hope of being cured of my anxiety has faded into a resigned desire to come to terms with it, to find some redemptive quality or mitigating benefit to my being, too often, a quivering, quaking, neurotic wreck.

But less so than I did before. Not long ago in my own therapy with Dr. W., we moved gingerly into "imaginal" exposure for my phobias.

it was not that plants treated with insecticides had as many eggs, nymphs, and insects on them as untreated plants—they had more! Indeed, insecticide treatment caused up to an 800-fold increase in insect density. This meant that insecticides weren't preventing hopperburn, they were largely responsible for causing it. How the hell could that happen?

After wrestling with myself for six months, I began medical treatment. During that time I started a band with some friends of mine called Jack's Car, but that didn't last.

I do believe that, in time, doctors - both alternative and orthodox - will begin using whatever is the highest best treatment for their patients, regardless of the modality.

I don't get facials. The last time I got a facial was when I first started modeling when I was 15 or 16. It made my face completely break out.

I was on as many as seven medications at one time, doctors didn't know what to do with me.

I was never in a mental institution for a long time. I was in psych wards.

My opinion, however, is that they (herbs) are superior 95% of the time to any pharmaceutical drug!

I'm a believer in biochemistry. But I tell people to try only one thing at a time to see if it works. And if you do give a powerful drug to a kid, it better have a big wow factor.

The key to HIV/AIDS was to say let's give a patient multiple different therapies at the same time and that makes the virus much less likely to mutate.

I'm the most antimedication person, but some people need medicine, and there was a time where I needed some too.

By what right has the dog come to be regarded as a noble animal? The more brutal and cruel and unjust you are to him the more your fawning and adoring slave he becomes; whereas, if you shamefully misuse a cat once she will always maintain a dignified reserve toward you afterward--you will never get her full confidence again.

A surgeon in charge of my surgery rotation said that he knew who I was but that he was going to treat me as if I was normal. I sincerely thanked him and told him I would try to act that way.

The cost of not caring for the mentally ill dwarfs the cost of caring.