When you walk through the hospital, you waiver between feeling bad for everyone else and feeling bad for yourself. It’s a war of the worlds – the healthy and the sick.
Our health care system squanders money because it is designed to react to emergencies. Homeless shelters, hospital emergency rooms, jails, prisons – these are expensive and ineffective ways to intervene and there are people who clearly profit from this cycle of continued suffering.
I work on quiet call nights in the hospital, on airplanes and on my sailboat when I have a bit of time – I cram it into wherever it will fit.
If we work so hard and put all the money in the hospital to buy medicine – it will be a disaster. Why we should work? So without a healthy environment of this Earth, no matter how much money you make, no matter how wonderful you are, you have a bad disaster.
Ethiopia’s government is doing a commendable job of working closely with donors and humanitarian organizations to educate parents about child marriage, and to support organizations like the Hamlin Fistula Hospital.
Talk about a woman of a certain age – Pearl Buck was a great prototype of continuing to work. She was in the hospital dying of cancer, and in the next room was her secretary, typing out her next book.
When you are the parent of someone who is a chronic pain sufferer, you end up creating these binders for all of the hospital stays so you can keep track of every visit and any new thing that comes out.
I make terrible jokes every time I go into a hospital. I think it’s a defence mechanism.
I don’t know anyone who enjoys going to the hospital. To help remedy this, I got an idea to create what a Laugh Room in the pediatric ward of hospitals.
I would love to be working in a hospital or in a completely different realm, working with or exploring the lives of animals.
My daughter couldn’t wake me up, so they called 911. They rushed me to the hospital. They drilled a hole in my head and wrapped a coil around my brain. I was unconscious for a week, and I was in rehab for two months – couldn’t walk, couldn’t talk. Now I’ve relearned everything. I’m so happy.
I spent a lot of my infancy in hospital and actually started school in a wheelchair with this enormous plaster, and then into a surgical boot and callipers, none of which helps assimilation with other children.
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.
In preparation for a career in academic medicine, I worked as a medical house officer at Columbia-Presbyterian Hospital from 1966 to 1968 and then joined Ira Pastan’s laboratory at the National Institutes of Health as a Clinical Associate.
Without the care I received at the Royal National Orthopaedic Hospital, I wouldn’t look the way I do now; my back would be hunched over.
When I was in hospital, I recorded a ghost. My fave YouTube channel is Huff Paranormal, which is about a guy who talks to ghosts like he’s talking to his neighbours.
I remember being in tears at the hospital after Chloe was born, at the thought that someday she would have to leave home.
I remember giving birth in Bromley Hospital annexe. It was painful. Zowie was 8 lb. 8 oz. David was there the whole time. It was the first and only time I saw David cry.
I want people to be safe, I don’t want people to die or end up in hospital because of Covid-19.
They are very healthy. Yes, they were sucking and breathing on their own and everything when they came out. So there was no need to stay in the hospital. So we took them home the next day.
I wanted to work in a hospital because that’s what I knew from my mum’s career.
For people who don’t know me, I practiced medicine in Casper, Wyoming for 25 years as an orthopedic surgeon, taking care of families in Wyoming. I’ve been chief of staff of the largest hospital in our state. My wife is a breast cancer survivor.
I always had to diet. I’m diabetic, so it’s a lifestyle for me anyway just to stay healthy and not end up in the hospital.
In the earliest years of the AIDS crisis, there were many gay men who were unable to come out about the fact that their lovers were ill, A, and then dead, B. They were unable to get access to the hospital to see their lover, unable to call their parents and say, ‘I have just lost the love of my life.’
As I got older, my life become a whirlwind of homework and responsibilities. The hospital became my retreat, a place to gather my thoughts and focus on my health. The nurses are my friends as well as my caretakers. The doctors are my parents as well as my physicians.
I don’t get upset if people think I’m crazy. If you go to a mental hospital and someone calls you a name, would you get upset? Of course not. Well, that’s the way I think about the world. They don’t know any better.
I beat St. Pierre, who’s a physical specimen, a better wrestler, and supposedly a better striker. People thought I was gonna get killed. But I have experience in wars with the best guys in the world. I knew at the very least he’d be in the hospital with me.
Long gone are the days when hospital stays and surgeries made up the bulk of seniors’ annual medical expenses.
When I was in the hospital, everyone was worried for me, and I realised that I had to do something in my life so that people would stop looking at me with pity. I spoke to my elder brother and my coach about climbing the Everest, and they encouraged me.
When you’re in medicine – especially when you’re a resident in a public hospital – you feel like you’re doing your part. But not when you’re a writer.
The Medical Society of Sedgwick County, the Kansas Hospital Association and doctors have really done some remarkable work on wellness-related issues.
I was born in New York City on a cold January night when the water pipes in our apartment froze and burst. Fortunately, my mother was in the hospital rather than at home at the time.
I had a personal experience of my mum being in comatose state in 2004. I would go to the hospital every day but would not do anything. I would just meet the doctor for five minutes who would update me about her.
When I fell pregnant in 2013, I wanted to come off my medication. But my doctor said, ‘You won’t be able to be a mum to your newborn child if you’re in hospital.’ He was right and I continued taking them through pregnancy.
My father was stationed at Clark Air Base in the Philippines, which had a hospital where they brought casualties straight from the battlefield. My mother was kind of a sophisticated bohemian, and my father was in the military to make a living.
I went to see Dad in hospital after he had gone through one particularly grueling operation. I walked into the room where he was recovering, and he was sitting up in a chair, wearing his shirt and tie. That was after eight hours of surgery. I found that so moving.
As a novelist, I like the contained drama and complexity of the courtroom, though I don’t watch those shows on TV. I prefer the hospital shows because I wanted to be a doctor.
My mum was an advertising professional till she had me and my dad is a surgeon and is the director of Bhatia Hospital.
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.
After I came out of surgery – I was in the hospital for five weeks – I found that I gravitated toward very gentle sounds: chant music, solo bamboo flute sounds, a laid-back record of my own called ‘Inside.’ And the music became a very real part of my recovery process.
I can’t keep track of my hospital time. It all sort of blurs together.
When I was 16, I had a job on the cleaning crew at a local hospital. I wore a pink uniform and cleaned bathrooms and buffed the hallway linoleum. Oddly, I don’t recall hating the job. I recall getting choked up at the end of the summer when I went to turn in my uniform and say goodbye to the ladies.
When we began filming, these people had legs, but as we were filming, they had been injured and they were brought to the hospital to have their legs amputated, and that’s where we found them and asked them to come and be part of the film.
We typically sell a catheter lab to a hospital, and it sits there for the next 10 years, and we don’t visit the cardiologist on a daily basis. Volcano have a disposable business. They are in the cath lab on a daily basis.
I was sure after the accident when in hospital in Hungary that I was not in the position not to lose any races.
Barkley was the first of many American skyjackers whose primary interest was money; by 1972, the majority of the nation’s hijackings would involve demands for ransom. Barkley himself was declared incompetent to stand trial in November 1971, at which point he was committed to a psychiatric hospital in Georgia.
I’ve got asthma. When I was 17 I forgot to take my medication and was taken to a hospital for almost two weeks. After that I’ve taken better care of my illness.
Until I was seven, I was very close to my mother because I was so ill and she had to teach me how to walk and talk. But then she had another child, a little girl called Fleur, who died. When she came home from hospital there was a bit of a distance between us. It was never talked about again.
