I grew up in Shropshire, but I was born in Wales. There was a hospital seven miles away, but my dad drove 45 miles over the Welsh border so I could play rugby for Wales. But as a skinny asthmatic, I was only ever good at swimming.
As a child my life felt like an adventure, because my dad is such a fun guy. I had a brother and sister who were in and out of hospital a lot – one had a congenital heart problem and the other had a cleft palate. But my parents never stopped smiling.
My dad was in the army, I studied in army school and I am born in an army hospital.
I wrote my first script, which was 50 pages, at age 15. It was about two brothers in love with the same nurse while they’re convalescing in a Civil War hospital.
The hospital room of a cabinet official is exactly the type of target ripe for surveillance by a foreign power.
I was born in Earl K. Long Hospital. I was born Feb. 5th, 1986. I have a lot of family members. My grandmother had five girls, and all of them had children. It was always a house full. A lot of cousins. A lot of family members.
My parents are both English. My dad is a plastic surgeon – his name’s Norman Waterhouse, but we call him Normy. And my mom’s a nurse, which is how they met – in a hospital, over decaying bone.
I was still conscious when I was being transported from the blast site to the hospital.
I have a scar on my forehead. I was three years old, jumping on the bed with my brothers, and I fell off and hit my head on the dresser and cut it open, went to the hospital, got stitches, came home, went back on the bed, jumped with my brothers, fell again, and reopened the stitches.
Any time I go to a hospital, the doctors treat me like an equal, and I’m terrified I’ll be in the delivery room, and the doctor will say, ‘Noah. Noah, why don’t you get a hand in here?’ and I’ll pass out or throw up and be horribly embarrassed.
My Dad is finally proud of me. He always wanted me to be a footballer. He is a football hooligan, a true obsessive, if I had been born on match day he would not have been at the hospital, so for me to be able to at least pretend to be a footballer, means I’m finally allowed home at Christmas.
In junior high, when we got our first VCR, I used to tape four soaps a day. I was a diehard ‘General Hospital’ fan from when I was nine to 25.
When I was about nine, I was rushed to hospital to have my appendix removed. Like any child, I was more concerned about missing out on having fun with my friends than my health.
I never complain: ‘Oh, I have to go to the hospital and get platelets.’ No. It’s just something you have to do, so why complain about it?
‘The Knick’ is set in New York during the 1990s, and it takes place around a hospital called The Knickerbocker. It’s about a team of surgeons and nurses who are on the cutting edge of medicine.
I have the ability and to have access to and to learn more in different areas in wellness and health because I have the door open to me to any doctor, any scientist, any hospital, any study around the world. I believe it’s my responsibility to share that information with others.
I start phone calls at 4 A.M. to cheer people up. The housebound, people in the hospital. People who, after decades, still can’t get over what happened 10 or 15 years ago.
I have a strong memory of the day I was told that my father had a weak heart and that he had to go to the hospital. He died when I was nine years old on the same day that Franklin Roosevelt died; it was his 45th birthday.
For the last 20 months, I’ve just been going from one hospital to another.
I worked a lot of non-acting jobs for a really long time. They ranged from auto mechanic to landscaper to manual labor to working in a factory that made airplane parts. I even tried to go to school as a paramedic and ended up being an orderly in a hospital.
I like video games, but they are very violent. I want to create a video game in which you have to help all the characters who have died in the other games. ‘Hey, man, what are you playing?’ ‘Super Busy Hospital. Could you leave me alone? I’m performing surgery! This guy got shot in the head, like, 27 times!’
A lot of my friends were gay, so I was spat on on the bus daily, and I ended up in hospital a couple of times from being beaten up so badly.
I was 13 when I developed the classic symptoms of a person who gets diabetes: a lot of weight loss, a tremendous thirst, and blurry eyesight. My mom took me to the hospital, and the doctors took some blood tests. My blood sugar was so high that they knew right away.
During my high-risk pregnancy, I consistently experienced subpar care from my hospital, which led me to hire two midwives instead. They provided me with excellent and loving care, and they made my pregnancy a truly special and powerful moment in my life.
My wife Lucy was very sick for nearly three years prior to her death. At one time, I was in the hospital with her for six months.
On ‘Grey’s Anatomy,’ I didn’t have to move too much. I think I ran through the hospital three times.
Three days after my brother died, my father was in the hospital. He just did not want to live anymore. Before, he was fighting and loving life.
I love to bake, so I made vanilla bean and blueberry muffins for sick hospital children. Just kidding! All of that is true except the sick children part.
I worked with sociopaths and psychopaths in a mental hospital, and in my opinion, Casey Anthony is not emotionally stable.
I’ve been in the hospital once when I had my daughter, and, oh, when I broke my elbow, but other than that, I’ve been very fortunate.
There are still civil rights issues. There are still people who can’t be visited by their spouse in the hospital because they’re gay. These are humanitarian issues. At the end of the day, all you want is for people to be happy in the pursuit of life, love and liberty.
I go the VA Hospital when I have a problem and the doctor jumps on me.
I’ve had many friends over the years who have been in same-sex relationships, and the family denies hospital visitations when one is sick. Or when the estate is settled and people who have built a life together has everything taken away from them either by the families or the taxman.
I attended the bedside of a friend who was dying in a Dublin hospital. She lived her last hours in a public ward with a television blaring out a football match, all but drowning our final conversation.
When doctors and nurses do rounds in the hospital, we pore over charts of all of the patient’s vitals during the past 24 hours.
If you buy a sweater for €1,000 and you know that the funds you are paying are also going to help to build a hospital and a school, wouldn’t you think better about it?
I was a very sickly kid. While I was in the hospital at age 7, my Dad brought me a stack of comic books to keep me occupied. I was hooked.
When service members are discharged, we should express our gratitude for their profound personal sacrifice, not hand them a bill for their hospital food.
Today, medical devices such as catheters and stethoscopes use silver, and every hospital in the western world uses silver sulfadiazine to prevent infections.
I went to Walter Reed hospital a couple of times to visit wounded soldiers, kids with no legs and one arm. You start to question some things.
I would stay on, but ‘General Hospital’ honestly doesn’t seem to want that relationship with this character at the moment. They want little short doses during sweeps periods.
Thankfully, I found a doctor at Presbyterian Hospital in New York, Scott Hammer, who diagnosed my chronic fatigue as the Epstein-Barr virus, and the medication I took either helped jump-start my immune system or made the virus dormant. I was very lucky.
I became convinced that there was greater satisfaction from giving my money away and seeing something come out of the ground, like a hospital or a university.
I like Comic-Con. It’s always nice to talk to people who are fans of ‘Children’s Hospital.’
I worked at a hospital for a week. And at a golf course when I was in college at Kansas for about a week. The tips weren’t good so I quit.
It’s ludicrous that someone can be fired from their job, refused care at a hospital or denied housing because of their sexual orientation or gender identity.
My dad died suddenly. He had a heart attack aged 52. When the hospital phoned to tell me, it felt like when you take your sunglasses off and the light changes. A visual thing happened, which must have been shock or adrenaline. It changed everything.
Smartphones can relay patients’ data to hospital computers in a continuous stream. Doctors can alter treatment regimens remotely, instead of making patients come in for a visit.
You don’t brag about putting someone in hospital. It’s absolutely horrible.
No matter how low I feel, I know I won’t ever be as low as I was when I went into hospital because I managed to speak out and ask for help.
By the time I got to the hospital, I certainly realised that I had a problem because I couldn’t write or print at that time, which lasted luckily only about four months. I’d gone numb here and on my tongue and the right foot a little bit.
Under our rules of engagement, if I were ISIS, what I would do is collocate my headquarters next to a school or a hospital and ensure that there would be collateral damage. They know our rules of engagement as well as we do. They operate with impunity.
