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When I was little, I use to think that the best cure for brainfreeze while eating icecream was to eat faster. So, I would eat at a more rapid pace while I felt that the sharp pain in my head as "getting better."
I've never had the strongest immune system, and as a child I had lots of colds. I refused to blow my nose, because I was convinced that snot was my brain, coming out through my nose. After all, if it didn't come from your brain, where DID it come from? Death, then, was caused by people blowing their noses and losing all their brains. Therefore, if I blew my nose, I was only hastening my death.
When I was little I somehow got the belief that if someone vomited they vomited the colour of their hair. Don't know where that idea came from
You know how some diseases are named after the person who discovered them? Well as a kid I thought the person INVENTED the disease and wondered what kind of person would create horrible diseases on purpose
I used to really believe that Savlon was called "better cream" and that it said "especially for little boys that have bumped their heads" (or whatever injury it was I was crying about) on the side of the box.
When I was 4 I had gotten into my parent's closet and mistaken a can of Raid for air freshener. I sprayed it to see what it smelled like and ended up with Raid in my face. I wasn't hurt, but my Gramps told me that I might turn into a giant bug. It just so happens I had a very bad cold at the time and was hospitalized the next day with pneumonia. Needless to say I thought it was because I was turning into a bug! I loved that man, but he was a stinker!
I was about 6 or so when I realized I salivated. (I was never an especially bright child.) I thought it indicated that I'd developed a possibly fatal disease.
When I was eight or so, I had a nerve or muscle spasm occasionally in my left buttock. It seemed to me then that it pulsed at the same rate as my heart, ergo, I had two of them, one in my butt and one in my chest. I was convinced that if I told anyone about it, I would have to be put away in the home for weird little kids with two hearts or some equally dreadful place. Yikes!
When I was little(Around 7).I thought that if you took medcine,and you were not sick.It would make you sick with what it cured.I would try this to get out of school.It never worked.
I thought that when someone was paralyzed, they were frozen into whatever position they were in at the time of the accident. I always saw people in wheelchairs and thought "they were so lucky to be paralyzed sitting down!".
I used to belive that cuts were only alotted a certian amount of pain. So i used to sit there pushing on my cuts to make them hurt so they would "heal" faster!
When I was a child, I had ingrown toenails that were very painful. Unfortunately, I misunderstood my parents and the doctor and was going around telling everyone that I had 'negro' toenails. I could never figure out how a black person had switched toenails with me, but it did explain the pain. This went on for months before a teacher heard me and set me straight.
I used to think that if I fell down I would get amnesia. So anytime I "fell", which was usually a fake fall, I would quickly say my name, address, etc. to make sure I didn't have amnesia
I used to hear people talking about Alzheimer's Disease, except I heard it as "Old Timer's Disease." It made sense since only old people got it. Then I asked my grandma if she was an old-timer, and she said yes, and I was so afraid that she was going to get Old Timer's Disease and forget everything and then die.
I once believed that Band-Aids (this was before they had the easy-remove kind) were used for the sole purpose to make you forget the pain you already had, due to the fact that they were so painful to remove!
when I was 3 I had a slight squint, so my parents took me to the hospital so the doctor could look at my eyes. I assumed the doctor would take my eyes out to look at them so I screamed so much the doctor told my parents, "Well her lungs are fine and I think her eyes are too."
when i was about seven yrs. i thought tampons where band-aids so one day my friend got a cut at my house so i said that we had special band-aids and i taped the tampon to his leg when my mom came out and asked what happened we told her and she could stop laughing to this day she even told the story to my kids
I thought pretending I was sick to stay home from school was called cookie not hookie.
When I was little, I thought that the only reason anyone ever went to the doctor was to get a duck sticker at the end, duck stickers being what my particular doctor happened to give to child patients. Of course, when my grandma said she had to go to doctor, I begged for her duck sticker.
My mother told me you got sick "from things in your blood." I figured this must be like dirt and settled on the idea that it must be bread crumbs from toast, since this is the dirt I always got in trouble for. When I went to have my finger pierced for a blood test, I was watching very carefully as the blood went up the little glass tube-- looking for any breadcrumbs in my blood.