Posts Tagged ‘sick’

illness

Posted: July 2, 2011 in illness
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A headache at a party is better than a heartache at home.

A kiss a day keeps Kaiser away.

New ailments are enemies, old ones friends.

The thrill in being really sick is getting amazingly well.

Our bodies are cities; what happens in one neighborhood spreads to another.

A person who is sick is not a sick person.

Fools feel only their pain; the wise see pain’s worldwide refrain.

Green food; preventative medicine.

Illness is a stop sign, health a green light.

Illness isolates; healing repatriates.

We are mechanical; slowing results in towing.

A long illness offers a quick PhD in compassion.

The newly aged talk about being really old; the really aged talk about still feeling young.

“You won’t always feel this way” is hope to the depressed.

When faced with the worst, think of the best.

medicine

Posted: May 2, 2011 in medicine
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Here’s the deal; we hurt to heal.

The sick spend up a gale — when snake oil is on sale.

Avoid extremes; too much water can kill you.

God built a zest into everyday of rest.

We measure old by pills — and bills.

The cure that ruins one life saves another.

The plants are medicines: we weren’t left to fight alone.

Medical billing is a like gambling; someone throws a random number on the table and another scrapes up the cash.

If the father at the birth is not feeling well, give him an epidural at the base of his skull.

A conversation with the surgeon should never be one-sided; we find that out when the wrong leg is beside us.

“You can bend over the table now” ever ensures open spaces in the clinic’s parking lot.

pain

Posted: February 22, 2011 in pain
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Secrets increase pain; relief comes from telling.

Pain debilitates; relief motivates.

Post-pain — great gain.

When the baby cries and when the soul cries, do the same thing — pick it up.

Pain paralyzes one; it energizes another.

Pain — it is the world’s oldest muse.

The suffering of one is the suffering of all.

Hidden sin is public torment.

In pitch black emotional brokenness, grace runs through the cracks.

The first step toward recovery is over the cliff.

Time is the gift we give the suffering.

Pain is like alcohol: The first couple of hits are noticed most by the recipient; after that the effects are the most obvious to the observer.

The image of God is seen in the faces of the suffering.