body functions: being ill

when I was about 4 - 5 years old a nurse in the ospital told me that if I won't eat the hospital's awful dinner
or any other dish I'll be so light that I'll start flying to the sky like a baloon and I'll die and that no one will help me - the polish reality is awful because no one cares about children goodness:-(

When my sister and I were young, when we were in the bath she used to mix soap and water and give it to me. She said that my mother told her to give it to me as medicine or i would die. So I drank that soapy water for years, until I finaly worked it all out!

I used to thing that you would catch a cold from breathing in any cold air. I didn't mind having a cold in the winter, but didn't want to have one in the summer. So, during the summer months, when I would have to get something from the fridge or freezer, I would hold my breath and quickly open and close the door so that I didn't breathe in any cold air.

When I was a child, my mom would bring our cats into my bedroom to keep me company if I was sick. I believed that our cats must have some sort of magical medicine in their fur that would help me to get better. Why else would she bring them in every time I was ill?

In America there used to be a cold remedy called Vicks Vap-o-Rub. It was a mentholated gel to be rubbed on the chest of a congested person. As a child, I thought it worked because overnight, the gel got absorbed directly into my lungs, right through the skin, muscle, organs and bones. The next morning I could breathe clearly!

when i was little my mum used to tell me that if i cuddled a teddy i had (called pooly bear)when i was ill i would get better because he ate all the germs while i was asleep so i went to sleep quickly.

I used to believe that when you take a tablet there is a person that catches it when you swallow it and takes it straight to where the pain is......stupid or what?.

One time I was with these kids that went to my church, and I fell down and just assumed that my leg was broken. One of the little boys told me that if you would shine a light on one side of your leg, and u could see that red glow on the other, that it wasn't broken. He got this huge flashlight, and we saw the red glow, so then I knew I was ok. From then on when I would get hurt I would do the flashlight test :-)

when I was little I hated getting needles from the dentist (still hate needles) anyway, my dentist was a children's dentist, and told me that he didn't use needles. he used an instrument that massaged the gums with anasthetic called "the Blue Tickler" and so I believed him.
until I was 16
when my older sister mocked me to no end.
I had no reason to doubt him! topical anasthetics exist!
she still makes fun of me, 7 years later.
although, the very same dentist was a bald man, and my sister, when she was a child, stared up at him raptly as he described the procedure, and instead of listening, spider-walked her fingers up and across his bald pate while singing 'the itsy bitsy spider' in soft tones. My parents still call her "inky binky" (somewhere the words got changed) and it has been 20 some years for her, so I should stop complaining

My mum told me that for every chicken pox spot that I scratches, another one would form on my waist. Everytime I scratched one, another one would appear, until eventually they spots would go round my waist like a belt. She then said that when they went all the way round and joined up again at the front, I would die. Never scratched one after that !

When I heard my mom talking with the doctor about TB tests. I thought they said "TV test" and I was wonderingthat I would answer all the questions right about television shows.

For many years I believed something my sister told me. She told me that in Paris a long time ago they never put mentally ill people in mental hospitals but just threw them into the river. Hence the mentally ill were called "In Seine", and that is the origin of our word "insane"

When I was very young, I can't remember how old I was, but anyways..I thought a miniature witch lived in my stomach. I used to think that whenever I ate, the food would drop into a couldron and the witch would mix away. And if I was a bad girl, she would put magic spells in the couldron and make my stomach hurt. And it would make me mad, so I would repeatedly punch myself in the stomach yelling at her to fix me right now! Ah..so naive.

One time my brother and his friend told me that if you puked three times you would die. I believe them and went crying to my mom that i was gonna die

when i started to hiccup, but cousin told me to drink some water, but i didnt listen to him. he then told me that if i didnt drink some water, i would die, and i believed him.

when I was little, I used to believe that when you broke your arm, that part of your arm would actually fall right off. Then evenntually it would grow back.