Julie Garwood Quotes

When a contestant actually loses consciousness, I think that's a good sign.

I let her through. She checked Derek's pulse and his breathing, saying both seemed okay, then leaned down to his face. "Nothing weird on his breath. Smells . . . like toothpaste." Derek's eyes opened, and the first thing he saw was Tori's face inches from his. He jumped and let out an oath. Simon cracked up. I madly motioned for him to be quiet. "Are you okay?" I asked Derek. "He is now," Simon said. "After Tori jump-started his heart.

Hey, guys!" Grover yelled somewhere above us. "I think she's unconscious!" "Roooaaarrr!" "Maybe not," Grover corrected.

A hundred yards away, Mike Newton was lowering Bella's limp body to the sidewalk. She slumped unresponsively against the wet concrete, her skin chalky as a corpse. I almost took the door off the car.

My business is staunching blood, and feeding fainting men.

I don't want to become a diabetic.

I've just learned about his illness. Let's hope it's nothing trivial.

I refer to the fact, acknowledged now by all professionals in the field, that alcoholism as such is not a legal problem—it is a health problem.

It zonked me for three days. I kept falling down and the people at the lab assigned someone to follow me around with a mattress

I've always thought that I'd make a pretty good police officer, except maybe for the danger part. I have a rare medical condition that makes it difficult for me to risk getting shot, so probably I'd have to be one of those officers who work in 'do not shoot' areas.

I was sick. I had a polyp on my throat. It would have been foolish for me to go out on the road with the problem I had.

You can tell when you look at someone and think 'he's on the brink of fainting' or that certainly something's not right.

No matter where I go, the number one concern I hear from Mainers is health care.

My consultant keeps telling me sudden death could come at any moment.

To clarify the facts to everyone, yes, I did have a heart attack. I was on a plane leaving from Los Angeles, CA, heading to Secaucus, NJ, for a comic convention when I started to feel some discomfort in my chest.

Now the ambulance is always ready; the paramedics are always ready. People in the crowd can get help without risk. If you look at the Fabrice Muamba case, this is what helped save his life - the paramedics are there.

I don't have cancer, I just have a tumour.

As far as skills go, I hope that I could administer CPR now for real. My problem with it, actually, is I'm not sure I know when to administer CPR.

I know how to use a tourniquet, a bandage, I know how to stitch, how to do CPR and a lot of technical bits too.

It isn't very serious, I have this tiny little tumor on the brain.

Does my eye look okay to you?

Shall we stop this bleeding?

I was in a coma for five days - I was dead longer than Jesus before he was raised from the dead.

I’m so sorry! Are you okay? (Shahara) Other than the fact that I feel like my rib just punctured a lung, sure, I’m all right. (Syn)

Oh dear,"cried Rhonda just then, for Mr. Benedict, awash in strong emotion, has gone to sleep.with a sudden loud snore he toppled forward into the attentive arms of Rhonda and Number Two, who eased him to the floor. "What's wrong with him?" Constance asked. "He has narcolepsy," said Kate. "He steals a lot?" "That's kleptomania," Sticky said. "Mr. Benedict sleeps a lot.