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When I was like four, I always got sick and when my Mom wanted me to take my medicine, she used to say things like it will help my bloodsells and my stomach and different body parts and she would always say that my blood cells were at war with germs and it sounded like they were alive how she explained it so I used to belive my insides were alive and the food in my belly would talk to eachother and when I took medicine or ate something healthy, I would look down at my stomach cheering for my blood cells!
I was a hypochondriac when I was a child. I was always convinced that I had some kind of health problem, and would frequently demand that my mother do something about my imaginary ailments.
When I was around 9, whenever I came to my mother complaining of a stomachache, she would give me some dark green "miracle medicine," which she said had been discovered by natives in the rainforest. It always worked! I would take it, lie down and feel better in minutes. I even remember telling her that I wanted to write a thank-you letter to the village where the medicine was discovered.
I later found out that this "medicine" was water and green food coloring.
I used to believe that if you slept with a bandaid on you would die, since obviously to leave one on for more than a few hours meant you were hurt REALLY bad. I remember forgetting to take one off one night and being shocked that morning when I woke up alive.
Well into adulthood I thought that a local anesthetic meant one from the area near the hospital..
When I was little and I first heard of chickenpox, I asked if there was horsepox or sheeppox. When I was told "no," I assumed that cowpox didn't exist.
I used to beleive that all pains were headaches. So for example, I had headaches in my stomach, legs and arms.
i used to believe that i could get a yeast infection by eating raw dough!
I was told that if you took medicine when you weren't really ill it would make you ill. I used to believe that the medicine would somehow know which illness you were faking and give you that illness. For example if you pretended to have a sore throat and took medicine for that, it would give you a sore throat.
My little brother used to believe that he couldn't touch anything pink, or it would cause an incurable rash where it touched. The only way to prevent the rash would be to "wipe off" the pink with blue ASAP.
I remember telling my friends that a heart attack meant that your heart exploded open, and the doctors had to stitch it shut again so it would work.
I used to believe that a yeast infection was something you could get from eating "bad" bread.
When I was young I used to believe for some reason that being asthmatic meant you were born with no lungs.
I used to believe that an amputated limb would grow back. I remember thinking that it must be a very slow process when I overheard that a friend of my parents who only had one foot had lost it several years before.
When i was small i use to think that if anyone cut you and you bled and couldn't make it stop, then you would bleed to death until your body turned flat... i later realized human beings had bones and they would never turn flat even if they were to bleed to death.
When I was six or seven I read in the paper that a girl who had been struck by a car had an injured face. I asked my Dad what injured meant. He said "Oh if you lose a leg or an arm or something"
For ages I kept thinking of that poor girl with no face.
When I was too young to understand what cancer was my mum told me that my granddad had died because he had something growing inside him that shouldn't be there. I always pictured him laying in a hospital bed with a tree sprouting out of his mouth.
When I was about six, I was told about someone getting their tonsils taken out. I asked my mom how they did that, and she said, "Well, the doctor just goes in and takes them out." I thought that the doctor somehow shrinks down really small, climbs in your mouth, removes the tonsils, and comes back out and gets back to his normal size! I finally figured out the truth about two years later!
I used to believe that people got lead poisoning from being stabbed (accidentally) with pencils.
I thought when you got food poisoning it might someone had put poison in your food
I used to think that when you got run over by a car it flattened you like a peice of paper and people hed to blow air into you ot get you back to normal.