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I used to believe that standing on my head while taking something to cure a headache would make it go away faster, because the medicine went straight to my brain
When i was a kid i used to complain to my Mum that I had diarrohea, however i just had an ear ache and thought it meant 'a dying ear' i never heard the proper pronunciation and made up my own mind what it meant, the looks of horror on peoples faces and the way they would rush me to the toilet, I could never understand it!
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 thought a depressant was the opposite of an antidepressant and wondered why anyone would take them if they make you depressed!
I always heard that people went to the hospital when they were sick or hurt, so I believed that hospitals were only for people who had a disease called "sick or hurt."
I used to think when women has just recently had children and they suffered from depression, that the term was post mortem depression and used it frequently.
When I was 4 years old, I believed, quite logically, that the more medicine you consumed, the quicker you got better. Apparently that is not the case as i had to get my stomach pumped.
I used to believe that when you had cancer, your bottom would be in front instead of in back.
When I heard "kidney transplant" on TV, I thought they were talking about "kid knee". I was concerned for quite a few years about my knees being needed in a transplant.
When I was six or seven years old, I woke up one morning screaming for my mum because I was covered in red spots (chicken pox). I swore off chicken for months because I believed it was the chicken I had eaten the night before which had caused it.
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 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.
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 !
Oh, how I feared the hospital. Not just the shots and doctors and tiny little gowns, but I feared turning into a vegatable. No one ever told me this, but I figured out on my own that if you got really sick or in an accident or something, you might actually, literally, as you were lying there in bed, TURN INTO A VEGATABLE. Like you'd become a squash (is that a vegatable?). Worst of all, then, would be that some nurse would throw you away - just toss you out with the garbage, not knowing you were, in fact, a human being. It SHOCKS me that I used to really, really believe and fear that!!! Wow - what goes on in kids' heads when they hear something they don't understand...
when i was younger, i used to get sores in my mouth a lot. i had never heard anyone call them "sores" before, and I didn't know what else to call them, I just knew that they felt sore. So I called them "sores". Then I saw a commercial for cream that you put in your mouth to numb the pain from "sores". I was convinced I had coined a new term, and now everybody was going to start saying it because I had made it up.
I used to think if you caught a cold during summer, it was called a "hot".
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 that you got cancer by hurting yourself. I hit my funny bone on a door when I was 8 and it hurt so bad I was positive I'd given myself cancer. I didn't tell anyone because I was sure my mom would be mad that I was horsing around and getting cancer. I decided sticking my arm in the microwave after making food was the only way to cure myself and not get in trouble. After a few weeks I was cured and mom was none the wiser.
When I was little (4) I had my tonsils out because of very severe ear infections, bad enough to burst an ear drum. Somehow I got the idea that I was sent to the hospital as punishment for being sick and in pain. I was very reluctant to complain about anything after that.
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.