Addiction is a crazy disease. It's a progressive disease when it's not dealt with; it don't care who it takes, and it takes it all. You wind up losing your house, your home, your reputation.
My dear doctor, I am surprised to hear you say that I am coughing very badly, as I have been practising all night.
My knowledge of the state of President Roosevelt's health was derived entirely from conversations, from newspaper articles and from photographs.
I was diagnosed with lupus, and I've been through chemotherapy.
We need to provide people access to treatment options that work for them, which should include long-term access to medication, behavioral therapy and family support services.
I was on the board of the Mayo Clinic. I was diagnosed there, and I could pick up the phone and get a hold of whoever I wanted to. What I learned is that you really have to get proactive and manage your case.
So I went and visited a doctor and he diagnosed me with reactive arthritis.
My girlfriend says I have frontal-lobe epilepsy. I have visions. They have slowed down as I've gotten older, but I still have them.
I can't be normal. I'm probably bipolar.
The kind of doctor I want is one who when he's not examining me is home studying medicine.
I was the one that put myself in rehab. I was the one that went to my parents and said, you know, 'I have a problem and I need to take care of it.'
Sometimes labeling is only useful, like with OCD. Once you're labeled you can be treated. On other occasions labeling leads to tyranny, like with childhood bipolar disorder in the U.S.
My doctor suggested doing some blood tests and immediately discovered that my white blood cell count was low. So then I went through many more tests including bone marrow biopsies until they figured out that I had neutropenia.
My own medical history during my hospital stay was readily available to me through literally thousands of pages of medical records that outlined everything from my 'bowel releasing' schedule to the minute details of my brain biopsy procedure.
I am living in Norway, where I am under the care of the best cancer doctor in Norway and I can be closer to my family.
I was 19 years old, and I felt like I had the flu one day. Within 24 hours, I was in the hospital on life support, and I was given less than a 2 percent chance of living. It took five days for the doctors to find out that I had contracted bacterial meningitis.
People who have never had an addiction don't understand how hard it can be.
I went to college, I went pre-med, I thought I was going to be a doctor.
I'm ticking things off my list: I had a tumor removed; I had spinal surgery; I had four surgeries in three months.
The new triad of medicine: a doctor, a patient and an accountant.
Often doctors didn't even tell you what was wrong with you. They just treated you, and sent you home.
I am diagnosed with what's called 'REM behavior disorder.' As far as the disorder goes, there's no cure, but it's going pretty well as far as these things go. I see a sleep doctor, take medication, etc.
The doctor is often more to be feared than the disease.
The doctor unfortunately said I was fit.
The most important practical lesson that can be given to nurses is to teach them what to observe - how to observe - what symptoms indicate improvement - what the reverse - which are of importance - which are of none - which are the evidence of neglect - and of what kind of neglect.
