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When I was little my mum would tell me that if I took medicine and I didnt need it I would get the illness it was prescribed for. Eg. If I took headache tablets and I didnt have a headache I would get one. So I was always very careful when I told mum I was sick.
My Dad served in WW1, and was badly injured. One of his minor problems was his baby finger on his left hand which had not been set, when broken, and was like a corkscrew. As a child I would ask, time and time again, what happened to his finger. He would say "the Germans did it" I heard "the germs did it" and was very careful to scrub myself so no germs could get to me.
When I was three or four, I was playing at my cousins house when I got a nosebleed. I think we must have had hot dogs with ketchup for lunch earlier that day, because I was so confused why all of this ketchup was coming out of my nose. It didn't hurt, so I didn't understand that I was bleeding. When my aunt tried to explain to me what a nosebleed was, I didn't believe her, I was convinced it was ketchup and kept arguing with her.
i used to belive that when the doctor opened his mouth and went aaaaaa i thought he was trying to eat me.
i used to believe that if you had a heart attack , your heart would jump out and attack you! it scared me to death....
When I was younger, I used to believe that "head ache" or "stomach ache" was "head egg/stomach egg", and I thought it hurt because an egg was growing inside of your head or stomach.
When I was a kid, I used to believe that everyone had two bugs in their stomachs... One to digest food, the other to pass liquid. Whenever someone had a stomach bug, that meant one of their bugs were sick.
I used to think that a general anasthetic was one used widely, all over the country, and a local anasthetice was a shot of rum or some tradiotional remidy only used locally.
A few years ago, my friends little sister believed that when you were sick and took a capsule, a mini-doctor would pop out and pull out a carry-case. He would then run around fixing you up with his little hammer, and when he was done, he would jump back in the capsule and dissapear.
On my 6th birthday, I remember very clearly waking up early in the morning, before school and before my parents were up, and watching cartoons with my younger brother. I noticed little itchy bumps on my legs and arms; I thought they were mosquito bites (in the winter.) For some reason I thought that peanut butter was a remedy for itching. So I went upstairs and got the peanut butter and started putting it on the bumps on my legs. I soon had a lot of peanut butter on my legs and the carpet. My mom came in and I explained what I was doing. She told me gently that peanut butter is not a treatment for mosquito bites, and further, there are no mosquitos in November.
I was so disappointed when she told me I had to stay home from school because I had the chicken pox!
I used to believe that when you had a blood transfusion, all your blood was removed and then replaced by new blood.
I went to boarding school when I was 11 and on the first tour of the place, I was shown round the sick bay. There were notices up stating surgery times... I almost threw up I was so scared! Once my Mum left me there it was clear that they had veto over me to operate on me whenever they liked, they could amputate all my limbs and sell them to the zoo if they wanted to! It was three years before I went down there for an illness - I treated everything myself, with hot ribena.
When I was in elementary school, the school nurse would do lice checks about once a school year and I always thought that instead of saying "head lice" everyone was saying "headlights". So I always thought to myself, "how silly these people are, you don't have to do a special check to see that I don't have headlights on my head."
When I was little I thought that the AIDs virus would come and get me in my sleep if I breathed it in and I would die a horrible painful death and green fungus would grow all over my face, so I fell asleep way under my covers at the end of the bed, breathing through the sheets hoping that the AIDs virus wouldn't find me.
I used to believe that the reason you washed a cut with water was so tha the water could seep into your body and replace the blood you lost.
I had a friend who when he was younger believed you died one bodypart at a time. Once everything died then that was it. He had bad headaches as a child and would cry to his Mom "My head is dying my head is dying" he was terrified to find out which bodypart would be the next to go.
My mom used to tell me that moms threw up their babies. So when i felt like i was gonna throw up i was worried i would throw up a baby.
I used to think that Alzheimers disease was called Old Timers Disease.
That if you went on the swings right after you ate, you would get chicken pox.
for years i was afraid to throw up because i thought it meant i was possessed like in the exorcist.