body functions: being ill

When I first heard of the bubonic plague, my mom told me it was the black plague, for about a year i thought she said "black play" and it was a playground with swings, slides, etc. that were painted black, and if you went on them, you died

when i was 4 years old, my mom got into a jet-ski accident and broke 3 ribs. after she had recovered a little, the doctor had prescribed painkillers to make her feel better. One day she joked that she was "all drugged up", and I had just seen a comercial about how bad drugs are. i panicked and hid all of the medicine in my whole house. i believed that medicine was illegal drugs for about 3 years, and i would refuse to take any. :D

When I was younger, my mom told me that my neighbor Laura had chicken pox, and not to get near her because she might give them to me.

I pictured Laura walking around with fried chicken, offering to everyone she met on the street to try and get them sick.

When i was little and i would get hurt i would go up to my mom and tell her that i broke my arm. She would say "hunny can you move". Well yeah mom. I found out later that it would just hurt really bad when you fell down.

I remember seeing some PSAs on Nickelodean about aids and how nobody was in risk and the only way to get it was through sharing blood. I thought to myself "why would two people cut their fingertips and touch each other's fingertips together?" Now i know.

When I was about 8, I lost a tooth at a friends house. She told me if I did not stop the bleeding I could die. Being a stupid little kid I believed her.

I used to believe that if any two HIV-negative men engage in gay sex, both of them will get AIDS.

My cousin used to tell me that if I had slept in someone else sleeping bag I'd get AIDS, believed it too.

I must have been about 7 years old when my mum told me that my dad had a gall stone. When I asked how he got it she replied that he had swallowed some grit while digging in the garden. She totally denies it now.

When I was very young, I thought that when you had laryngitis, it was actually Larry and Jitis, two little men who jumped down your throat and stole your voice. So when I came down with it, my mother told me that I had laryngitis, and I cried because I was upset over two men jumping down my throat and stealing my voice.

When I was about 8 years old, I used to talk to myself in the shower and make up stories with bath toys...well one night I was totally silent in the shower, and that night I got very sick...and from that point on I believed that if I didn't talk in the shower that I would get sick...I didn't stop believing that until I was about 13 years old when I forced myself to stay quiet because I didn't want to to go school the next day.

When I was about six, I was sitting at the kitchen table drawing, and my foot fell completely asleep. This was a new expirience to me, so I asked my dad what it was called when you foot did that. He was watching T.V at the time, so he didn't really pay attention to what I asked and he said "Thats diareah, dear." And I didn't know what diareah was at that time either, so I went to school and told everyone (including the teacher) that it really tickled when I had diareah. Then I found out when a good friend of mine told me what diareah was.

When i was little i used to belive that there was this man or woman that my parents would take me to and see me naked sometimes and did all this stuff and payed alot of attention to me was like my second dad and then when i was 4 i found out that was my doctor!!

When I was little my cousin told me that if I didn't lick my blood after I got cut, I woudl eventually run out of blood and die, so I did...for at least 3 years before my mom told me the truth.

Well, this is an entry for the kids I used to babysit. I ordered some purple colored contacts for fun a few years back. During the weeks in between their arrival, I told two children that a scary new disease was going around. It was deadly, and the only visual symptom was having purple eyes. A few week later I had to explain to crying children that I was joking. Whoops.

When i was younger I watched a programme where a woman collapsed and stopped breathing, and a man had to give her the 'kiss of life' to save her.
One day i came home from school to find my brother and his girlfriend snogging on the sofa. Immediately i assumed she'd stopped breathing and was ressusitating her. I burst into tears. It was only after Id stopped bawling he explained he was kissing her.