I used to work in a hospital, in a laboratory doing phlebotomy. I was a vampire.
As a young surgeon in training at the University of California San Francisco General Hospital in the early '80s, my colleagues and I were inundated with an epidemic of young men with fevers, rashes, swollen lymph nodes and eventually death.
I have a chemical imbalance that, in its most extreme state, will lead me to a mental hospital.
Church is not a museum for Saints, but rather a hospital for sinners.
The street to my left was backed up with traffic and I watched the people waiting patiently in the cars. There was almost always a man and a women, staring straight ahead, not talking. It was, finally, for everyone, a matter of waiting. You waited and you waited- for the hospital, the doctor, the plumber, the madhouse, the jail, papa death himself. First the signal red, then the signal was green. The citizens of the world ate food and watched t. v. and worried about their jobs or lack of the same, while they waited.
If you don't have your game-face on, you're going to go home either to a hospital or to a casket.
It's a topsy-turvy world in which a country can import the same amount of ice-cream, toilet paper and other goods to trading partners as it exports, and where top bankers are paid millions for destroying economic value, while hospital cleaners create value many times their pay
For the last 20 months, I've just been going from one hospital to another.
I spent one night in the hospital in my life. I was past 75 when that occurred.
It's just like nurses in a hospital tend to know more than the doctors most of the time; if you really want to get the answers to a question about court, you should spend more time buttering up the clerks than the judges.
On this site we're going to build an Eye and Ear Hospital. This is going to be a sight for sore eyes.
The medical clown connects with patients in a way that is markedly different from the rest of their experience in the hospital.
death. . . so seldom happens nowadays in the awesome quiet of a familiar chamber. Most of us die violently, thanks to the advance of science and warfare. If by chance we are meant to end life in our beds, we are whisked like pox victims to the nearest hospital, where we are kept as alone and unaware as possible of the approach of disintegration.
Religion is the hospital of the souls that the world has wounded.
My mother told me, 'Son, nobody else but God knows. ' And that's what I'm about - reaching out to the people, crying with them, giving them hope. Visiting the hospital, visiting the kids with cancer, visiting the adults, and stuff like that. That's what I do.
I must be the only person in the world who's looking forward to going into hospital. I can't wait to get it over and done with.
I've been vegan since I got out of the hospital. . . It's another eye opener. It changed my life in a number of ways.
I'd rather go out in a decent crack-up than in a hospital.
If you really want a humanized birth, the best thing you can do is stay the hell out of the hospital.
Society is a hospital of incurables.