Chuck Zito Quotes

A hospital bed is a parked taxi with the meter running.

I told the doctor I broke my leg in two places. He told me to quit going to those places.

I got hit in the face with quarters overseas.

I tore my biceps and had two hernia surgeries.

I lost quite a bit of skin on the left side of my body and sustained some deep cuts in my hand and around my knee, but the doctors were able to stitch it all back together. Luckily I didn't hurt my shoulder but I'm now at the point where the only thing on my body which isn't hurting is my bad shoulder.

My doctor gave me six months to live, but when I couldn't pay the bill he gave me six months more.

I do not want medical men to discuss whether or not my work is valuable, because I know what it will do. I want them to tell me how best this new knowledge of rapidly restoring paralysed people to health and strength can be applied where it is needed.

I'm not accident prone, really, but I was cutting something and sort of lost control, and it went through my big toe. There was a lot of blood and I nearly fainted, but its totally fine now.

At the age of 61, my hip went. I was skiing in Chile with my son, and there was a turn, and I kept falling. I thought, 'What an idiot; what's going on here?'

I got the bill for my surgery. Now I know what those doctors were wearing masks for.

I'm here instead of having shoulder surgery. But I'm not sure which is more painful.

I still haven't found the humor in getting hit by a cement truck. My knees still hurt when I think about it, so no jokes about that yet.

I'm fine, except, you know, I broke my pelvis. And that's not much fun.

If I got hit by a truck, I would want to go to hospital, but if something is bothering me I will see my naturopath.

Then I got a bad back injury, and they thought I wasn't going to have any feeling in my legs.

I was supposed to be on the Tonight Show but I broke my shoulder instead.

When I jerked it out the head remained in my leg, where it remains still. There were a couple of inches of blood on the shaft of the arrow when I pulled it out.

I broke my finger in a stunt in a very not-too-romantic way. I was just trying to tackle someone, and I just flicked his forearm and then screamed in pain.

I was in Liverpool city center and I thought I broke one of my toes, just by jumping on buses. I put my arm in the door on the outside, and the bus just drives away with me naked.

I was helping my mom grind meat at our butcher shop, and it just hypnotized me. I don't remember sticking my hand in, but it sheared off the three middle fingers and left me with a pinkie and a thumb.

I screwed my knee up once because I fell off the stage.

Another time I cracked two of the vertebrae in my back and broke a rib.

When I had my injury, I had gotten hit, and it hurt like hell.

I've had extraordinary good luck with my health, other than a broken elbow.

I could see hunks of metal and rocks sticking out of my legs.