Quotes About Hospital

Come on, Abby," said Kate. "You're going to sit with Uncle Bobby while Daddy and I talk to the policemen." Abby slid off the hospital bed and took her mother's hand. "Is Bob here?" Josh asked. Bob Deuce had been Josh's friend since they were twelve.

He followed the sound of her worried voice into the living room. She sat on the couch in the living room with Abby and Wiener in descending order of size. The image reminded him of Russian dolls. Like those dolls, the three of them wore blank looks. The policemen from the hospital, Officers Brady and Williams, stood a few feet from the couch, in front of the fireplace. "Oh, hi," Josh said.

Dr. Green turned his head to indicate two people waiting expectantly by the door to the private room. Josh felt a sense of relief as he saw the faces of his wife and six-year-old daughter. Abby smiled brightly at her father and rushed to his bedside, her straw-colored ponytail bouncing.

Consider me your candy stripper... I mean striper.

Don't they give you happy pills in this place?

I'm not going anywhere until you hear me out." Oh, please no. Anything except having to listen to her lecture. I push the button that calls the nurse. " Can we help you, Alex? " a voice bellows through the speaker. "I'm bein' tortured." " I beg your pardon?

For the world, I count it not an inn, but a hospital; and a place not to live, but to die in.

Who had read my poems, who held my hand, who was dead before he could visit me in the hospital where he had been, too, landed, too, on his flights to heaven and drops into hell.

Hi, I'm at the Speedway at Eighty-sixth and Ditch, and I need an ambulance. The great love of my life has a malfunctioning G-tube.

One thing I love is to do childrens hospital visits.

The rest of the ride was a warm, fuzzy haze, her only memory arriving at the hospital and Zack's head appearing above hers when they unloaded her stretcher from the ambulance. He'd been grim and worried and lines of strain were evident in his face. She'd given him a goofy smile and said, Don't be sad, Zack. I'm a Valkyrie.

When I get out of this hospital, you and I are going to sit down and have a very long chat, Susannah, about proper mediation techniques. I don't know about this habit of yours of just walking up and punching the poor souls in the face.

There was no record of Allegra being allowed to bear a daughter in this cycle. So the mere fact that you were born was already a violation. From birth she had been a mistake, Schuyler thought. Her mother that still, silent figure in the hospital bed... why did she choose to have me? Schuyler wondered

I was in and out of the hospital almost daily from then on. They X-rayed, poked, and prodded me, and then they did it again for good measure.

Right now I am doing my residency in orthopedic research.

I was doing general medicine and during residency, I moonlighted at a psychiatric hospital and became very interested in the medical care of psychiatric patients.

People won't buy insurance until they're sick. If you can call on your way to the hospital and get coverage, it's not really insurance at that point.

If we can keep you healthy, that is better. If you fall sick, you go to the hospital. Both sides, Philips is present.

Nobody suggested that it was my moral duty to visit my husband. Nobody talked about my moral responsibilities as a wife. But Val kept in touch with the doctors at the hospital, Nicholas kept in touch with the senior chaplain there, and now Lewis was talking of keeping in touch with Kim himself. The more I tried to escape from the reality of my shattered marriage, the more my new companions seemed to be quietly drawing my attention back to the husband I was unable to confront.

pound mutt that doesn't belong in a hospital." "Oh." Mrs. Riley's eyes filled with tears. "We had a dog. A small Yorkie. She died a few months ago. I know Kalinda misses her terribly. I remember reading something about hospitals using therapy dogs. Do you think that would help?" She was a mother who loved her

she leaped down the porch steps to her car. There was no thought. No planning. Just action. When you get a call that your kid is in the ER, there can be no room for thinking. Just the deepest fear imaginable, the kind that gripped like a steel band around her chest.

two books besides the Koran. I'd noticed when heading beachward—copies are given away in the lobby for gratis. I want to hoard heaps of these, cairns and dolmens of these—I want to die in this facility wrapped in a rabbinic beard as quilly soft as this duvet so that when Security (dial 0) slams down the door I'll be buried under this monument: 1,001 Korans.

Trotsky was rushed to a hospital. When the nurses began to undress him, he asked his wife to do it herself. Still conscious, he expressed his love for her, then whispered, "Please say to our friends that I am sure of the victory of the Fourth International. Go forward." Those were his final words. Surgeons struggled for four hours to save him. But the axe had done its job, creating a deep wound in his cranium and brain. He succumbed the next day,

anxiety, new fathers were a thousand times worse. Anything that didn't go by the book threw them into a tizzy. Being informed that there was no book threw them into an even bigger tizzy. Allison was the hospital's expert on new fathers. She had a genuine talent for un-tizzy-ing them. "Hi," she said gently. "This is Allison Winslow. What can