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when i was little (under 6) i used to be afraid that if i ran around after eating id have to be taken to hospital and have a big hole cut into my stomach. I think this stemed from when my dad told me that you get apendisitis from moving too much after eating and then have to go to hospital to get it taken out. I remember one night soon after he told me this i was so scared that my stomach ache (coincidently after running around after dinner) would mean id have to get a hole cut in my stomach
I thought Viagra was an arthritis medication until i was about 13 years old.
When I was 4 years old, I believed, quite logically, that the more medicine you consumed, the quicker you got better. Apparently that is not the case as i had to get my stomach pumped.
I used to believe that if you were allergic to something, you would sneeze whenever you got near it. No other symptoms, just sneezing. I also used to believe that you could be allergic to objects like floors or books or plates.
I thought that the chicken-pox was actually 'chicken-pops'.
I thought Viagra was an allergy medicine for a really long time.
When I was in kindergarten I went to the zoo on a field trip. While I was there a giraffe licked me and a couple of days later I got the chicken pox. So for a very long time I believed that giraffes give people chicken pox. Crazy I know.
My dad told my sister that you had to watch out for Comas because you could be walking down the street and just slip into one. For the longest time my sister would warn people about comas.
I always thought through my childhood and a few teenage years, benadryl was actually opium because of its effects and the real brand name of benadryl was 'Purple Opium'. Through jr. high I never understood why my friends were surprised that I had taken opium when I was absent from school.
I used to believe that those huge cone-shaped places where they store salt and sand in the winter were called "comas" and when a person went into a "coma" they were placed right in the middle of them on a hospital bed. Somehow I knew that they were "asleep" but for some reason they were placed in those cones.
I used to believe ammonia and pneumonia were the same thing. I always wondered why we kept a bottle filled with a disease in the house, and was afraid to open it.
my little sister had a cold, and since it was spring time... she naturally thought she had spring fever! she later than figured out that spring fever was not an actual illness!
when i was 2 or 3 , I was sleeping and i saw letters coming out of my bed room wall! (TRUE) so I then go into my parents room because i was really scared and numbers were coming out of there wall! The next day I found out i had a really bad fever. The kind were you see and hear stuff that arent really there...
When I was little I got chickn pox and i got a rash on the back of my head.
I thought that there were fleas on the back of my head plotting the best time to eat me.
My cousin told me worms from the dirt would go underneath your nails and lay eggs and when u bit them you would eat the eggs and then later when you went to the bathroom you would poop out live worms.
When my Dad was playing hockey he hit his head and had to go get a catscan and i thought that a cat had to stand on his head. I was so confused and did'nt understand what the cat would do to help him.
When I was little, I went through a phase where I thought it was impossible to throw up if your mouth was closed. So whenever my stomach hurt, I walked around the house with my hand over my mouth.
When I was a kid I believed that a heart attack was caused by tiny grass-skirt wearing Africans inside your body throwing spears at your heart. I have no idea how I came up with this theory, but I held it tightly for years.
When I was a child, I had ingrown toenails that were very painful. Unfortunately, I misunderstood my parents and the doctor and was going around telling everyone that I had 'negro' toenails. I could never figure out how a black person had switched toenails with me, but it did explain the pain. This went on for months before a teacher heard me and set me straight.
When i was like 10 or 11 i had an extreme fear of getting herpes, after seeing a picture of them at my doctors office. For some reason i was firm in my resolve that i could get herpes from toilet seats and sharing drinks, so i would never sit down until i had a good 20 layers of TP on the potty and would check myself constantly by looking at the back of my throat (for some reason i thought they were bumps at the back of my throat) Finally i became tired of my obsession and rationalized that having herpes wouldnt be that bad because "they are in the back of your throat anyway"