hospital

I watched Titanic when I got back home from the hospital, and cried. I knew that my IQ had been damaged.

URGE is a grassroots charity. We organized to get some incubators to give to the hospital for the kids. We donate money to orphanages.

I would rather be kept alive in the efficient if cold altruism of a large hospital than expire in a gush of warm sympathy in a small one.

Sometimes, patients with serious mental illness, just as with other serious medical illnesses, require hospitalization. In the absence of available public or private hospital beds, there are few options.

Procedures outside the stadiums and in the parking areas still need to be optimized, for example so that emergency medical services can leave the grounds on their way to the hospital faster.

Long gone are the days when hospital stays and surgeries made up the bulk of seniors' annual medical expenses.

Today, medical devices such as catheters and stethoscopes use silver, and every hospital in the western world uses silver sulfadiazine to prevent infections.

A hospital is no place to be sick.

Getting out of the hospital is a lot like resigning from a book club. You're not out of it until the computer says you're out of it.

The current medical records system is this: Room after room after room in a hospital filled with paper files.

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.

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.

A hospital alone shows what war is.

I finally made eye contact with the boy in the bed. He lay on his side, a tube in his nose and another in his vein. His cheeks were sunken, and his skin was ghostly pale. His hair might have been blond, but it was fading into a gray, making it hard to tell. The only part of this boy that held any life at all were his eyes, which brimmed with tears when he saw me.__ahlen?__ sat still. These three people all called me by the same name, which sounded sort of like Katlyn and Ellen and made me believe that maybe they actually knew me.__here did you go? Where have you been? I thought you were dead._ His chest worked overtime, trying to keep up with his mouth, spilling over with words.__an you get her a pen? Please?_ He lifted an arm weakly. It was all bone. __ just need to know.___ pen?_ I asked.Once again his eyes lit up.__ou can talk?__ stared at this boy, at how he was overjoyed at one of the most basic things a person could do. __o it would seem._ I smiled.He flopped onto his back, laughing from his gut, and based on Julie__ tears, I was guessing she__ been waiting a long time for that to come back.

Working on the summit of Mauna Kea was comparable to working on the hospital pulmonary ward with sick people sucking on oxygen cylinders.

Morbidity and Mortality RoundsForgive me, body before me, for this.Forgive me for my bumbling hands, unschooledin how to touch: I meant to understandwhat fever was, not love. Forgive me formy stare, but when I look at you, I seemyself laid bare. Forgive me, body, forwhat seems like calculation when I takea breath before I cut you with my knife,because the cancer has to be removed.Forgive me for not telling you, but I__no poet. Please forgive me, please. Forgivemy gloves, my callous greeting, my unease__ou must not realize I just met deathagain. Forgive me if I say he lookedimpatient. Please, forgive me my despair,which once seemed more like recompense. Forgivemy greed, forgive me for not having moreto give you than this bitter pill. Forgive:for this apology, too late, for thoselike me whose crimes might seem innocuousand yet whose cruelty was obvious.Forgive us for these sins. Forgive me, please,for my confusing heart that sounds so muchlike yours. Forgive me for the night, when Isleep too, beside you under the same moon.Forgive me for my dreams, for my rough knees,for giving up too soon. Forgive me, please,for losing you, unable to forgive.

The hospital room was as cold as dead skin, the hallway crowded with lost souls and reeking of illness.

Or maybe watching you enjoy a carefree summer while you fell in love was what kept me out of the hospital in the first place.