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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.
When I was little I was rather prone to injuring myself. When my grandfather would clean out cuts and scrapes with peroxide he assured me that the sting meant it was working. Later, my mother used something else which didn't sting, and I was convinced it wasn't effective and I would get an infection.
i thought getting a shot at the doctor's office meant you got spanked on your bottom with one of those little plastic shovels that are used to scoop up sand on the beach.
For years i thought varicose veins were "very close veins" which explained the problem. They were just too darn close to each other.
I used to believe that when I got headaches that it meant my brain was growing so I'd try to read as much as possible.
I thought that to have a blood transfusion the doctors had to completly drain your own blood first before putting the new blood in.
When I was 5 I used to believe that when someone got chicken pox they developed a bump that later sprouted a chicken feather. I was terrified of getting the chicken pox, which at the time was going around my school.
i remember being told when i was about 4 that my mother had caught chicken pox from me when i was a baby. not knowing what that was, i imagined those plastic pots u have in the garden growing all over you and then green and red chickens would pop out of them every now and then
I used to believe that a doctor's waiting room was a type of healing chamber which made you get better while sat there. This could be because when I was a baby, I must have been feeling poorly when I went to the doctors and was better when I left.
I used to believe that if you weren't sick and you took medicine, you would get sick. That kept me from faking sick a few times. I didn't want to ACTUALLY get a sore throat from the medicine.
When I was about 8 or 9 yrs.old, my grandmother was always talking about how bad her hemorrhoids were. I never could figure out what that meant so I asked my best friend if she knew what hemorrhoids were. She told me it was when your large intestines comes out of your butt and falls on the floor and you couldn't do anything about it. I was beyond grossed out but I walked around believing that for another 6 or 7 years.
I used to think that a yeast infection was when you ate too much bread, because of the food pyramid thing. If you ate too much bread, you didn't have room for vegtables, fruit, meat etc etc. Once I said to my mom (after she offered me a bagel), "But what if I get a yeast infection?" It was only until a few years ago that I got this cleared up!
I used to believe that my parent was actually stuffing me with tissue when I cut myself.
When I was young, I thought that if you get stung by a bee, you get the Chicken Pox. To this day, that thought pops into my head whenever I see bees. Lol! I have no idea where the idea came from, but I believed it :)
Since drinking after someone who was sick meant you might get sick, I used to believe that if you were sick you could drink after someone who was well to get rid of your sickness. This belief landed me a serious case of strep throat. I didn't believe it after that.
I used to think if i ate chicken i would get chicken pox because all of my friends at primary school told me so!
My Grandma would make up lies in order to scare me into behaving. Once she told me if I went to bed without drying my hair after my bath, I'd wake up the next morning with a headache that would last FOREVER.
I always disobeyed anyway and made it through without the eternal headache from hell. But I was ALWAYS scared. Sometimes I would pray at night and ask God not to punish me with the headache...
I was a bit of a nervous child. I used to worry that I was having a heart attack. My solution was to go outside and run around the house three times, snow or shine. You couldn't possibly run around the house if you were having a heart attack.
When I was little my dad told me if I ever stepped on a rusty nail I would get this evil thing called lockjaw and that I would have to drink from a straw for the rest of my life. I never ran around with out shoes and belived that into my 20's.