body functions: being ill

I have a cousin who fell and injured his arm. While he was waiting to be x-rayed his sister pointed to a medical poster that showed half of the body with skin and the other half all of the bones and organs. She told her little brother that the x-ray would do that to him. Apparently, it took many people to x-ray his arm. I don't think he will ever be the same.

I used to believe that the more sick you were, the more medicine you should take to get better... my parents really should have kept the medicine out of my reach... I tested my theory one day when I had a bad cough. All I got was a stomach-pumping and some activated charcoal.

One day, when I was 11 and my brother was 8, he suddenly got appendicitis at about 3 in the morning and had to be rushed to the hospital for an appendectomy. My parents explained to me that if he didn't have this done, then his appendix would rupture inside him, to which I said, "Wow, I hope the doctors throw the appendix far, FAR away from here, so it doesn't go off inside and blow up the hospital!!!" I actually thought that my brother's appendix could still explode once it was out of him, sort of like a bomb. My parents explained to me that this wasn't the case. I was a very strange kid, lol.

I used to belive that If you had dihorea people would come and cut a slice of your bum of.

I think that there is a city inside you called the city of and then put your name there. The white blood cells are cops and the hypothalamus controls the body temp.. And when a virus gets in they make you sick and terrorize the city. I also beleive they celebrate your birthday all the time because it's important to them.

When I was a kid I thought that there was no way that I could throw up while going "poop". In my mind, I was making much needed room for the vomit by pooping and would no longer "need" to throw up.

i always thought there was a bank of 'health' : that if someone was sick in the family, they could draw on this bank to prolong good health. And that the way to fill up the bank was to count to over a hundred.
Sort of the same principle people use prayer for now.

I believed that bee stings caused chicken pox. Don't know why...

when i was about 6 we were on a family holiday, visiting relatives. My sister was complaining to my mother of a sharp stinging sensation in her stomach. I overheard my mother say to her 'its probably just indigestion'. Later that day, I noticed a sharp stinging sensation in my legs and so I was talking to a cousin (that we were visiting) told her about my sore legs. I said in that all-knowing way 'its probably nothing serious, just a bit of indigestion' - my aunt and mother overhearing the conversation burst out laughing.

when I was about three or four I believed when you got sick there were little men inside you fighting.

i used to imagine a heart attack occuring when somebody's heart somehow "pops out" of their chest, and they would start attacking the victim. i honestly believed this until 8th grade, when we learned about functions of the heart.

I pretty much still beleive because there is a full moon something bad will happen such as death and also i feel like when i go to the hospital that whatever other people have wrong, i will have wrong.

when I was 3 I had a slight squint, so my parents took me to the hospital so the doctor could look at my eyes. I assumed the doctor would take my eyes out to look at them so I screamed so much the doctor told my parents, "Well her lungs are fine and I think her eyes are too."

I used to believe that when you got cancer all your hair fell out cos that's what cancer did. Found out later that's what chemotherapy does.

When I was about 8 years old, we learnt about how Jesus cured lepers. The Teacher was bombarded with questions about leprosy and she spent about an hour explaining what it was. Somehow I managed to greatly misunderstand the disease and for about a year afterwards I thought that anyone who had their fingers curled up a little had leporsy. For that year I went around with my hands dead straight so that I wouldnt be at risk of getting the disease.

When I was a child I believed my father when he told me that sniffling would make my mucous go up into my brain so I had better use a tissue and blow my nose instead.