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when i was very little, I used to believe that people could throw up their heart...my older brothers thought it was a funny practical joke.
My friends and I believed that if a special ED person would scratch you, you would become special too. (Kinda like Resident Evil)
i use to belive that whenever i had a headache then my head would explode until i was 10
I used to think that when I had to go to the doctors to get shots (wich was every other day I had to get like 10 because of a blood thing) was for being a bad little girl and every time a kid was bad, hey had to go get shots. And because my mom always felt bad for me that I had to get them, I thought it was the law that you HAD to! So I would poke myself with a pencil and hoped not to have to go get shots.
When I was little and kids would stay out of school for head lice, I thought parents and teachers were saying Head Lights. I thought you grew antennas with head lights on the end of them and thats why they had to stay at home.
When I was a child I used to believe that doctors wore those face masks incase they threw up.
When my brother broke his leg he had to get a rod put into it. I got mad because I thought the doctors hurt him worse
At one point during middle school for unknown reasons, I started to feel my forehead quite often. I noticed that, most of the time, it seemed hot and feverish. It concerned me a little, even though I felt perfectly fine. I was sitting in class feeling my forehead up until highschool when I mentioned this strange phenomenon to a friend. She casually informed me that it was because my hands were cold.
when i was little i used to think when you split your head open it actually split open!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (but know i know thats NOT true)
I used to believe that when you broke your arm or leg it actually broke off your body
When I was probably four, I woke up in the middle of the night with a terrible cough that sounded like a donkey. I genuinely believed that for being a "bad boy" I was being transformed into a donkey like in Pinocchio.
When i was 6 i once came down with a terrible fever, so my mother rugged me up in bed with lots of warm blankets and i slept for what felt like a week. It was nightime when i woke up & was very upset that my family wasn't all sitting around my bed crying. I found them in the family room eating dinner & watching a movie!
but very relived to hear i had only slept from 12:00pm - 6:00pm not a week!
I used to think eating raw potatoes would give you "BEZORES".
Our family doctor told me this
I was around 6 years old when I got novacaine for the first time, when I had a cavity filled in. Well, anyone who's ever had novacaine knows that wherever you get it injected *feels* like it's fat, but it's actually not at all. After this appointment, my bottom lip felt SO fat and numb- being so young, and not having a mirror around, I thought that my lip was actully fat! And like, 5 times its original size. And I was running around yelling and crying at people not to look at me, because I supposedly had a very fat lip- I was mortified, and the funny part is, no matter how many times my mom told me that the size of my bottom lip has not, indeed, changed at all, I refused to believe her, and thought that she was just saying that to get me to feel better and stop yelling to not look at me.
i had read in a roald dahl's book, that i could get appedicitis if i accidentally swallowed bristles of a toothbrush, and yes i did contemplate trying it, just to see if it works. it didn't.
I don't know why but I used to think that cancer was a kind of cheese, and my teacher said that her friend has breast cancer and i blurted out, "She has boob cheese?! GROSS" Everyone was dieing fro laughter. And I was really kinda freaked out because everyone was laughing at me. So I thought everyone turned a wee bit retarded. Lol...
i used to believe that when u got wounded on holy week especially good friday it will never heal and rice will come out from it
I used to believe that red cordial was medicine. It was kept on the top shelf and we were only allowed some when we had an upset stomach. You can imagine the problems that ensued when, one day at a friends birthday party, I thought the parents were making us all drink medicine...
My grade six teacher got sick in that year with glandular fever. I'd never heard of that disease before; everytime I heard people say it, I thought they were calling it "Glenangela Fever". Kids at school were telling me that it is also called the "kissing disease". So, I came to the conclusion that it got this name because a boy named Glen and a girl named Angela kissed and ended up getting sick. I was later corrected about this my mishear.
I used to think that amputate (meaning to cut off) meant to heal, or fix. I got the image of lotion and ointments when I heard this, so I was talking to my mom (this was about 1-2 years ago, and I just turned 13).
Me: Why are Grandmaís fingers crooked? (She had athrightious)
Mom: Because she has arthrightious.
Me: Why canít we just amputate them? (Since healing something is good, amputating must be good, huh?)
Mom: Thatís a mean thing to say.
Me: Isnít amputating good?
Mom: No, itís very mean.
Me: ButÖ isnít healing her fingers good?
Mom: Amputating is cutting something off.