#patient

Anytime you interfere with a natural process, you're playing God. God determines what happens naturally. That means when a person's ill, he shouldn't go to a doctor because he's asking for interference with God's will. But of course, patients can't think that way. ↗

— Jack Kevorkian

#asking #because #course #determines #doctor

In November, 1964 when I was a patient at the Mayo Clinic I though seriously about killing myself. ↗

— Jerry Kramer

#clinic #i #killing #mayo #myself

An impatient person plays differently than a more patient person. ↗

— Vladimir Kramnik

#impatient #more #patient #person #plays

I am extraordinarily patient, provided I get my own way in the end. ↗

— Margaret Thatcher

#am #end #extraordinarily #get #i

The dilemma of modern medicine, and the underlying central flaw in medical education and, most of all, in the training of interns, is the irresistible drive to do something, anything. It is expected by patients and too often agreed to by their doctors, in the face of ignorance. ↗

— Lewis Thomas

#anything #central #dilemma #doctors #drive

About my career I was serious and earnest, sometimes impatient. ↗

— Gene Tierney

#career #earnest #i #impatient #serious

We're all crazy and the only difference between patients and their therapists is the therapists haven't been caught yet. ↗

— Max Walker

#between #caught #crazy #difference #haven

By keeping my hand in that, it's the way I keep learning. The main way you learn in medicine is by practicing and working with patients. ↗

— Andrew Weil

#i #keep #keeping #learn #learning

My goals over the decade include to develop new drugs to treat intractable diseases by using iPS cell technology and to conduct clinical trials using it on a few patients with Parkinson's diseases, diabetes or blood diseases. ↗

— Shinya Yamanaka

#cell #clinical #conduct #decade #develop

Dr. Bone Specialist came in, made me stand up and hobble across the room, checked my reflexes, and then made me lie down on the table. He bent my right knee this way and that, up and down, all the way out to the side and in. Then he did the same with my left leg. He ordered X rays then started to leave the room. I panicked. I MUST GET DRUGS. "What can I take for the pain?" I asked him before he got out the door. "You can take some over the counter ibuprofen," he suggested. "But I wouldn't take more than nine a day." I choked. Nine a day? I'd been popping forty. Nine a day? Like hell. I couldn't even go to the bathroom on my own, I hadn't slept in three weeks, and my normally sunny cheery disposition had turned into that of a very rabid dog. If I didn't get good drugs and get them now, it was straight to Shooter's World and then Walgreens pharmacy for me. "I don't think you understand," I explained. "I can't go to work. I have spent the last four days with my mother who is addicted to QVC, watching jewelry shows, doll shows and make-up shows. I almost ordered a beef-jerky maker! Give me something, or I'm going to use your calf muscles to make the first batch!" Without further ado, he hastily scribbled out a prescription for some codeine and was gone. I was happy. My mother, however, had lost the ability to speak. ↗

— Laurie Notaro

#back-pain #bedside-manner #daughter #doctor-patient-relationship #doctors