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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 believe that people got babies when they got hurt and at the hospital they would give the baby as a reward. This was because when my cousin was born I asked my parents “ How did auntie get her?” They’re reply was that my aunt was wearing high heels and she slipped, so she was taken to the hospital and they gave her a baby of her choice. So one time I was throwing up a lot and then I was taken to the hospital. When the doctor said we can go back home I asked “ But where’s my baby?”. The doctor was speechless and my parents looked at eachother embarrassed.
I used to think that all hospital patients had to spend every moment in bed, except when they had to use the toilet or have a wash.
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.
I use to work with a police officer who believed he could catch AIDS from his handcuffs if he used them on a prisoner that was HIV positive. So he washed his handcuffs with soap and water after every arrest. Eventually, the build up of soap ruined the locking mechanism and he could not get the cuffs off an arrestee. They had to be sawed off
I had a friend at school who honestly believed that when you said "so-and-so was in a coma", they were in an actual place: "Acoma", as though they were on holoiday....
When I was little I hated zippering up my jacket and my mom used to say "If you don't bundle up you'll be in the hospital with 'Triple Pneumonia'". I always thought it was one of my cousins who was always sick.
When I was in school in the 80s and we started to hear about what AIDS was, we were told you could get it by using 'dirty needles.' My mom had taught me to sew, so whenever I was sewing doll clothes or whatever I'd be extra careful not to prick myself with the needle because I was convinced I'd get AIDS and die.
When I was a kid I believed that a heart attack was caused by tiny grass-skirt wearing Africans inside your body throwing spears at your heart. I have no idea how I came up with this theory, but I held it tightly for years.
i used to believe that if something hurt inside, it was because all the germs inside me were swordfighting and one of them missed and jabbed me.
I used to believe that bruises were mouldy blood.
I used to believe that red cordial was medicine. It was kept on the top shelf and we were only allowed some when we had an upset stomach. You can imagine the problems that ensued when, one day at a friends birthday party, I thought the parents were making us all drink medicine...
i had read in a roald dahl's book, that i could get appedicitis if i accidentally swallowed bristles of a toothbrush, and yes i did contemplate trying it, just to see if it works. it didn't.
When I caught chicken pox, I thought it was down to me eating too much chicken.
I used to blieve that if you had to get stiches from the Doctor, he'd put you under a massive sewing machine and sew you up, because that's what my mother did whenever she need to "stich." I've hated hospitals ever since
when i was about 10, i kinda believed that anyone who had been given a general anesthetic was after that a 'zombie', who may act like a normal person, but has no consciousness. and i even told this to a psychiatrist...lucky not to have been locked up
One time I was with these kids that went to my church, and I fell down and just assumed that my leg was broken. One of the little boys told me that if you would shine a light on one side of your leg, and u could see that red glow on the other, that it wasn't broken. He got this huge flashlight, and we saw the red glow, so then I knew I was ok. From then on when I would get hurt I would do the flashlight test :-)
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