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My mother had extensive abdominal surgery when I was 3. As a result,I thought all hospital visits ended with a huge scar on your stomach. The fear of tonsil removal was overpowering,and my poor parents had no idea what my problem was. When I came to,I kept checking my stomach. Thought someone had made a mistake.
My dad was always sick when I was little and he would tell me that he, "Caught a bug" After that I was carful to never touch a bug becase I would get sick!
For years i thought varicose veins were "very close veins" which explained the problem. They were just too darn close to each other.
My friend told me when i was 10 that if i shaved my arms i would get cancer. I went on believing this for years. I never thought shaving my legs would be a problem..but my arms were a no no!
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When I was 5 years old, I was sick with chicken pox for several days before something very tragic happened . . . I was getting ready for my bath when I found that I was actually sprouting feathers!!! I was absolutely convinced that I was turning into a chicken. My mother did her best to explain to me that it was simply a feather from my feather pillow stuck to one of the chicken pox sores, but for the longest time I would argue with her.
i thought that when i got a splinter, if i didn't get it out of my skin right away, that it would get into my blood stream and flow straight to my heart, causing a heart attack.
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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!
I used to believe that if you walked outside in the cold with your shoes off you could get a cold.
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I couldn't understand how the medicine used to know where in your body was sore. How did it know whether you had a toothache or a tummy ache? I thought my mum must give it directions as she poured it onto the spoon.
My Gran used to tell me that if I went out in the rain without a hat on I would get polio (from about age 3 onwards). I must have looked real odd in the hats my Gran used to knit for me. They were all hideous. Strange thing is, she told me this again when I was 33, but I refused to wear the dire object that was handed to me.
I used to think that if you pinched someone...they'd get cancer.
When I was little my mother used to complain about her carpal tunnel syndrome. I believed it was actually called "carpool tunnel syndrome" and for the longest time I envisioned little cars driving through her veins.
Once I had what I now know to be pleurisy and I was so scared that I was going to die that I didn't tell anybody. I was only in the 7th grade and terrified!
I used to believe my father when he told me that if I sat on cold concrete I would get hemorrhoids.
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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.
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When I was young, I heard my parents talking about that someone had become a "vegetable", i.e. (they were brain-dead as a result of something). I did not understand this at all, but imagined the person turning into a pile of carrots, and wondering if anyone would eat them.
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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!
When I was much younger, I lived on a military base in Norfolk (my Dad was in the RAF). Out the back of our house were a number of fields, and where the corners of the fields met there was a kind of wasteland all the local kids called "Mud Hill". There were trees, a big mound of earth and most interestingly the broken remains of what must have been a small building at one point. One day me and my friends were mucking about there (one of us keeping an eye out for the evil farmer), and my mate told me that the broken down building used to be a bunker where they housed all the nuclear and chemical weapons. Of course, this was patently untrue (hindsight's a wonderful thing), but unfortunately later that day I began to suffer from the first symptoms of hayfever I'd ever experienced.
Naturally, I knew nothing of hayfever, never having suffered from it before then, and could only surmise that I'd been contaminated by the chemical weapons under Mud Hill, and that I was gonna die. Even worse, I couldn't tell my parents that I was dying because they'd be angry with me for going there in the first place.
Luckily my Mum found me crying and put me straight. Phew! I was so relieved I forgot to even feel stupid :-)
My daughter had a blood blister on her finger and asked me if she could have a bandaid. I told her she wouldn't need a badaid unless the blister burst. It was out of my mouth before I realized what must be going through her head. Sure enough, she let out a scream and started sobbing because she thought her finger was going to blow up.
My father had a fake eye and during the winter(in Michigan)he wore an eye patch to protect it from the cold. When I asked my mother (at age 3) why he looked like a pirate, she replied that he had a cold in his eye. From that remark and others about people having chest colds, I came to believe that you could catch a cold in any part of your body (hand colds, leg colds, etc.). I was quite old (11 or so) before I realized this was not the case.
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