Then the long nights, that were also days, in the hospital. And the long blanks, that were also nights. Needles, and angled glass rods to suck water through. Needles, and curious enamel wedges slid under your middle. Needles, and - needles and needles and needles. Like swarms of persistent mosquitoes with unbreakable drills. The way a pincushion feels, if it could feel. Or the target of a porcupine. Or a case of not just momentary but permanently endured static electricity after you scuff across a woolen rug and then put your finger on a light switch. Even food was a needle - a jab into a vein...
("For The Rest Of Her Life")
Tag: surgery recovery hospital needles
I have noticed that doctors who fail in the practice of medicine have a tendency to seek one another's company and aid in consultation.
Ernest HemingwayTag: practice wound medicine fail doctor hospital doctors wounded
It was soon after that I, overwhelmed with the implications of that memory, overdosed - well, somebody did but as it was my mouth and my stomach that was involved I had to take the consequences. Somehow or other (did an alter ring him?) Bruce (from my support group) got to know, drove over and took us to the hospital.
Carolyn BramhallTag: suicide mental-health suicide-attempt dissociation hospital multiplicity dissociative-identity-disorder multiple-personality-disorder overdose mpd
When I took the pills, I wanted to kill someone I hated. I didn't know that other Veronikas existed inside me, Veronikas that I could love.
Paulo CoelhoTag: love existence hate die crazy kill insane other hospital pill decide suicidal menthal
If Castle Dracula screwed a hospital, this would be the bastard offspring.
Larissa IoneTag: hospital
But with her eyes closed, she began to whisper. “If you have someone to love, then love. If you have someone to forgive, then forgive. You think, when you’re seventeen, there’s time enough for that, but there’s not. There’s no time at all.”
I squeezed her hand, trying to think of how to respond. But she took the burden from me and kept whispering. “You want to know why God gave us people to love? Because that’s the only way we can understand how he feels about us. Desperate and jealous.
Tag: art love last-words death relationships forgiveness dating grief artist aging hospital dying-words glass-girl henry-whitmire meg-kavanagh laura-anderson-kurk perfect-glass jo-russell
I worried I would miss it, and I knew, from losing Wyatt, that things happen the moment the soul is released. Wyatt had been there in the school, watching me, making sure I survived. Souls linger…they do. They linger a bit before they turn toward eternity. It could be that no matter how perfect their future will be, the past still tugs for a moment.
Laura Anderson KurkTag: art soul death creativity grief artist dying ya hospital young-adult-fiction teen-fiction glass-girl henry-whitmire meg-kavanagh laura-anderson-kurk perfect-glass jo-russell teen-literature what-happens-when-you-die
I used to think a drug addict was someone who lived on the far edges of society. Wild-eyed, shaven-headed and living in a filthy squat.
That was until I became one...
Tag: inspirational courage addiction drugs brave self-help memoir misery recovery addicts drug-addiction heroin non-fiction hospital difficult-life prescriptions addict painkillers survival-story
Don't let sickness, depression, and disease THUG YOU OUT. Eat healthier, think healthier, speak healthier, and more positively over your life. When you do so, you will soon begin to conquer your life and your health through new found empowerment- mind, body, and spirit.
SupaNova SlomTag: life empowerment inspiration food victory speech miracles control depression sickness body healing healthy-living thoughts positivity disease wellness positive-thinking healthy medication warrior hospital law-of-attraction mindset doctors herbs conquer healthy-mind manifestation mind-power healthy-food healthy-lifestyle supa-nova-slim supanova-slom wellness-salute
The hospital room was as cold as dead skin, the hallway crowded with lost souls and reeking of illness.
Raquel CepedaTag: mortality souls sickness hospital father-and-daughter
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