Quotes About Hospital

I was in a coma for a long time and in and out of the hospital for a year. For sure, when I'm in a fight and having a hard time, I think back to that time because that was the worst. No matter how bad things are, my attitude is that it's nothing compared to what happened then. Thank God I survived it.

Most people pass through the doors of a hospital as a last resort. By the time you reach a bed, you've probably made a lot of small-scale decisions that, if they didn't cause your affliction, may have exacerbated your symptoms.

The hospital industry to this day works its tail off to do the right thing.

'The Who' created the Daltrey/Townshend Center at UCLA for teenage hospital patients with cancer. It's the only one of its kind.

Oh, boy, Mike thought. It was going to happen between these two any second, right in the hospital hallway. Mike was a good six feet and pretty strong, but Brad and Jack were both taller, broader, angrier and not a shoulder injury between them. Mike was going to get hammered when they lost it and started pummeling each other. "Yeah,

I'm going to be okay," Sadie promised as I left. "I know you are," I said, except they were just empty hospital words, the kind that you wish were true becuase the alternative is too painful to bear.

In a mental hospital, we do not want psychotic doctors.

People, including many of Buffett's friends, were intimidated by Munger's weighty discourses on black holes and Einstein, not to mention his contemptuous manner. Buffett's friend Roxanne Brandt once remarked that the only hospital she knew of in Los Angeles was Cedar Sinai Medical Center. Munger shot back, "That's because you're Jewish.

Sometimes late at night the hospital emitted thin streams of mist from the cracks along its windows and between the bricks. They took the shapes of spirits freed from bodies. The world was filling with ghosts. We were a haunted country in a haunted world.

Our hospital was clean. You have to hurry to see that kind of thing, move in at the beginning, the first few weeks, because maintenance isn't a French virtue, we have no taste for it, in fact, we're downright disgusting in that respect. We flopped on six metal beds, at random and by moonlight, the building was so new the electricity

green painted walls look clean and bright. Matron was a stout woman in a plain, severely cut dark dress, her light brown hair taken back from her face and covered with a small starched white cap. 'Angela O'Rourke? Please sit down,' came the clipped, well-modulated voice. Angela sat, folding her hands in her lap and trying not to look nervous and edgy.

Anna Kelly was sitting beside Emmet's bed. She wore a white cardigan over a pale blue dress. Her blonde hair, like Clio's, was shiny and the colour of corn. Stevie hadn't realised that she was such an attractive little thing. 'Well, well. Lucky Emmet. His own little Florence Nightingale,' he said admiringly.

There had been wonderful news from the convent. Mother Clare had broken her hip. Not that Mother Frances called it wonderful news, but it did mean that she would need to be near a hospital and physiotherapy, and all the stairs and the walking in St. Mary's wouldn't be advisable. Mother Frances was in the middle of the thirty days prayer when this happened. She told Eve that it was her biggest crisis of faith yet. Could the prayer be too powerful?

Girl germs. (Shocking fact #1: Girl germs have been scientifically proven—by me and my best friend, Danny—to be the most dangerous germs on the planet. Anybody who has ever TOUCHED a girl, been in the SAME ROOM as a girl or even THOUGHT about a girl should immediately run to the nearest hospital before it is too late. Anybody who IS a girl, well, bad luck. It already IS too late. You are doomed.)

I didn't want anybody to see me walking out of the hospital with this baby. We got into the car and my mom said, "What's wrong?" I said, "I'm afraid that someone's gonna come take the baby." I was waiting for the police to come. Giving up my first son had left such an imprint. It was trapped in my brain…I was not allowed to be a mother. Society

M BH: Man's Best Hospital; a BMS-affiliated hospital founded by WASPs; competitor of the House of God.

By morning, their plan had been shot to hell. One of them was in the hospital. One was in jail. One was in the morgue. And one had gotten away with the haul.

Seek out a 24-hour emergency veterinary hospital in your area as well. Keep the hospital's number by or on your phone. Accidents

The free countries are curiously lethargic about their freedom. The credit of revolution is strong in Western Europe, while capitalism, especially in its hated American form, is held to be dying. Many exult over its approaching death. Tired of old evils, they long for the new thing and will not be happy until they've had it. Baudelaire writes, in one of his journals, that life is a hospital in which patient believes that he will recover if he is moved to another bed.

You come in all clammed up, defences in depth, alibi-systems long established, delusions full-blown. In order to have a chance of staying sober, or rather of staying dry and becoming sober, you've got to change. Nobody likes to change. What you really want, when you come into hospital, even for the second or third or ninth time, is to stay just who you are and not drink. That's not possible, of course. Jack-Who-Drinks has got to alter into Jack-Who-Does- Not -Drink- And -Likes-It.

A whole hospital ward seemed to be crossdressing, nurses pretending to be mothers playing like boys with Tinkertoy babies.

Many NICU survivors have hospital bills of more than a million dollars and cannot be discharged from the hospital because their parents cannot afford a telephone at home.

So I won't hang around in my hospital shift, repeating The Black Mass and all of it. I say Live, Live because of the sun, the dream, the excitable gift.

The world is come upon me, I used to keep it a long way off, But now I have been run over and I am in the hands of the hospital staff.