#beds

After all, at end of the day, when you're breathing your last, it's not your producer, director, or cast mates by your bedside; it's your children. Keep that in mind. ↗

— John Ratzenberger

#bedside #breathing #cast #children #day

Bedside manners are no substitute for the right diagnosis. ↗

— Alfred P. Sloan

#diagnosis #manners #right #substitute

We're introducing separate rooms with double beds in all of our planes so people can actually go with their partner and have a proper night's sleep. ↗

— Richard Branson

#beds #double #go #introducing #night

In the beds which the piety of the public has prepared on every side, stricken men await the verdict of fate. ↗

— Georges Duhamel

#beds #every #fate #men #piety

God did not intend the human family to be wafted to heaven on flowery beds of ease. ↗

— Frank Knox

#beds #did #ease #flowery #god

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

I feel fortunate I have this amazing relationship with so many people in America, because I was in their homes at a very private time of day. They probably might have still had their robe on and their slippers and haven't made the beds. ↗

— Joan Lunden

#america #because #beds #day #feel

In the morning he was lying dead on one of the beds fully clothed. He was dead. I got the impression he wanted to go, and I must have killed him. I can't remember strangling him. I just sat there shocked. ↗

— Dennis Nilsen

#clothed #dead #fully #go #got

I blame my mother for my poor sex life. All she told me was 'the man goes on top and the woman underneath.' For three years my husband and I slept in bunk beds. ↗

— Joan Rivers

#blame #bunk #goes #husband #i

Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin they think of firelit homes, clean beds, and wives. ↗

— Siegfried Sassoon

#begin #clean #dreamers #guns #homes