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Sometimes my hand starts to burn and I am convinced we are writing the same word at the same moment.
The long eyelids beat and lift: a burning needleprick stings and quivers in the velvet iris.
It's either the flu or love ... The synptoms are the same.
Tender inner weaknesses, revolting at mild touches of censure, are like diseased parts of the body, recoiling before even delicate handling.
I have a disease; I see language.
lethargic meliorist;
[Tessa] knew about phantom limbs [....] Her cheek, where the Englishman's fingers had been, did not exactly ache ... but very strangely, most curiously ... it felt.
cheek, the one so disfigured by that
My hands twitch as they tremble and every nerve and muscle in my body is frozen - numb.
Eyes so black they seem all pupils.
slanderous diarrhea of the mouth.
Idleness is paralysis.
The disease which had thus entombed the lady in the maturity of youth, had left, as usual in all maladies of a strictly cataleptical character, the mockery of a faint blush upon the bosom and the face, and that suspiciously lingering smile upon the lip which is so terrible in death
The Wonderlust
probably it's a worse affliction than the Wanderlust.
She suffered from the opposite of "phantom limb" syndrome; something essential appeared to be present, but it was not.
There is an aching that is worse than any pain.
You want some more?" Christa asked, her right eye drooping like an old lady's pantyhose. It was a sign that Christa was drunk. She said it was a form of lazy eye; I just thought it was hysterical and laughed although I tried to hide it with an inconspicuous cough.
I had a slight touch of Tourette's, which means you talk to yourself and bark and cry out at night.
I've crippled more people than polio.
Throat and eyes and made her cough constantly.
Articulation is the tongue-tied's fighting.
Like trapped animals struggling to break free. What a curse was sickness in old age. This damned Parkinson's, cruel as torture.
He suffered from paralysis by analysis.
The worst of all diseases is a nervous ability.
We all dread a bodily paralysis, and would make use of every contrivance to avoid it; but none of us is troubled about a paralysis of the soul.
I am falling apart. My hand is falling apart. I can't shake hands. I had arthritis, and I had an operation for it.
Ill-nature is a sort of running sore of the disposition.
It is not a case we are treating; it is a living, palpitating, alas, too often suffering fellow creature.
I have inflammation of the imagination.
I got what they called a diabetic stroke. Here's what it is, my left hand and my left leg. You know when your leg falls asleep? It's like that constantly. It's not painful, but it's so annoying. My leg is all tingly and my arm is all tingly.
It was a small of her back and her face that got so tired. Their (her retail employer's) mono was supposed to be, 'Keep on your toes and smile.' Once she was out of the store she had to frown a long time to get her face natural again. Even her ears were tired.
It's the same as a hereditary disease, weakness. No matter how much you understand it, there's nothing you can do to cure yourself. It's not going to go away with a clap of the hand. It just keeps getting worse and worse
A dimple on the chin, the devil within.
She told Papa about it. He made her stick out her tongue and he felt her wrist. He shook his head sadly and said,
"You have a bad case, a very bad case."
"Of what?"
"Growing up.
I became paralyzed as an artist with writer's block.
Some people are walking around with full use of their bodies and they're more paralyzed than I am.
In March 1853 she was afflicted with a pain in the chest; her tongue seemed to be covered with a film; leeches failed to make her breathing any easier.
It's a real handicap to have a face with shifty eyes.
He had nerve damage: input could not penetrate. The world stalled out at his edges. Sometimes he had trouble speaking to other people, rummaging for language, and it seemed to him that an invisible layer divided him from the rest of the world, a membrane of emotional surface tension.
Slurring is the cursive of speech...
Living with Tourette's is not easy.
First, modify the patient's diet and lifestyle and only then, if these do not effect a cure, treat with medicinals and acupuncture.
My main weakness is nerves.
An evil fate has deprived me of the full use of my right hand, so that I am not able to play my compositions as I feel them. The trouble with my hand is that certain fingers have become so weak, probably through writing and playing too much at one time, that I can hardly use them.
Unsettling and Troubling Symptoms.
He had Parkinson's disease for about, I'd say diagnosed for about 11 of the last years of his life. And treatment was not as good as it is now, of course. We're still going along and he died in '85 and he was 77.
A malady
Preys on my heart that med'cine cannot reach.
Rivers of wrinkles flowing down from the corners of this eyes and mouth.
For once her new placidity was impaired.
It was the pain that had no name.
I have a form of Parkinson's disease, which I don't like. My legs don't move when my brain tells them to. It's very frustrating.
I had this tic where I touch my mouth to my knee, and I'm always screwing up my back. I've had two shoulder surgeries. My doctor just smiles and laughs at me.
The wounded limb shrinks from the slightest touch; and a slight shadow alarms the nervous.
[Lat., Membra reformidant mollem quoque saucia tactum:
Vanaque sollicitis incutit umbra metum.]
That look you get after every bone in your face has been broken at least once and then allowed to set without medical attention
Sorry. I get attacks of quotitis every once in a while. It's a very rare disease with no cure. It usually attacks older people, and here i am afflicted with it at my tender age.
Disease often tells its secrets in a casual parenthesis.
the wrinkled sleeve of the head
St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries
Ale Perez What happened to your right hand?
TCKeller hucky made me finger-spell supercalifragilisticexpialidocious untill he got it right. it took an hour and a half. i still can't hold a fork. what's the favour.
The croup following measles, on top of malnutrition, on top of rickets," he said to me under his breath. "It's the cascade of catastrophies.
I have this disease late at night sometimes, involving alcohol and the telephone.
Go get your gun because God won't show.
He sent a poet instead.
The Don Quixote of the ICU. Quite impressive for a cripple. Munchhausen by proxy of a muse.
Tempt not a desperate man. This split lip is for you. I traded it for an outdated tooth.
This disease comes with a package: shame. When any other part of your body gets sick, you get sympathy.
ODTAA syndrome: the syndrome of One Damn Thing After Another.
For days on end, I would hardly speak, and when I did only the vilest sort of gibberish would spout forth. I became morose and fat. Unapproachable, except when eating - and then only by waiters.
People with Tourettes ... What makes them tick?
There's a sickness in my soul,
and I don't know,
but I've been told it's incurable
Her arm. Her face sagged. Her speech slurred. Although
K.S., baby. Lesion number one. Lookit. The wine-dark kiss of the angel of death.
A most malicious cough
ALS is like a lit candle: it melts your nerves and leaves your body a pile of wax.
Most disease is psychic occult attack.
By and by, the cause of my disease
Gives me a pang that inwardly doth sting,
When that I think what grief it is again
To live and lack the thing should rid my pain.
The only true disability is a crushed spirit
What happened?"
"You fell."
"Really? What did I fall into?"
"My fist."
"That explains the headache.
Soldiers who return from foreign battlefields with a syndrome that survivors of the Great War called the thousand-yard stare.
Is it not meningitis?
Percy'd heard stories about amputees who had phantom pains where their missing legs
and arms used to be. That's how his mind
felt - like his missing memories were aching.
In the grip of a neurological disorder, I am fast losing control of words even as my relationship with the world has been reduced to them.
As to why you've got it, silly things help with nerves.
elbow. I had been without sleep for most of the last three days,
I have been incapable of moving, even a finger or an eye, for at least a year now. I feel relatively certain about this timeframe because I have been watching the crepe myrtle outside the window of the room I am in...
My eyes don't work, at least not fully, because they are blocked by disease. The scene around me appears through a kind of curtain, a haze.
Having Reyes so near is painful. I think it has apoplexy."
"Do you even know what that means?"
"No, but it sounds serious. Like Ebola. Or hives
Life too near paralyses art.
She had dimples as well as ringlets, most distressing
You're looking, sir, at a very dull survivor of a very gaudy life. Crippled, paralyzed in both legs. Very little I can eat, and my sleep is so near waking that it's hardly worth the name. I seem to exist largely on heat, like a newborn spider.
If you are looking for sympathy, it's betweem shit and syphillis in the dictionary.
Sometimes I tic or twitch or cough, and it's a very public thing.
Palm twitching mad, especially now
Nurse, if she didn't have more money than any person ought to have, you might be tempted to call it senile dementia. As it is, she is in for a rest and a check-up.
I've got what my ma had, macular degeneration, which you get when you get old.
The maxim, "Nothing prevails but perfection," may be spelled PARALYSIS.
Dyspepsy is the ruin of most things: empires, expeditions, and everything else.
An unpopular apres-garde filmmaker (Watt) either suffers a temporal lobe seizure and becomes mute or else is the victim of everyone else's delusion that his (Watt's) temporal lobe seizure has left him mute.
Always ailing though never with any specific
Doctor, what could you prescribe for Charlemund?"
The doctor looked down his nose at the unconscious form of the arch-diocel.
"Arsenic?"
"Now, really. Something to give him a quality headache and a great deal of memory loss."
"Cyanide.
discombobulation
The body is held together by sound. The presence of disease indicates that some sounds have gone out of tune.
My nervous system is very much weakened - nothing but painting in oil can keep me going.