being ill
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When I was maybe 8 I used to be very scared of catching rabies.
I had read/heard that if you have rabies, you get really scared of water, and can't stand to drink it.
Sometimes, to see if I had rabies or not, I would pour myself a glass of water and see if I was scared of it.
Then I would see how much I could drink. If I could drink the whole glassfull, that meant I didn't have rabies. But if I couldn't, that meant I had rabies.
I expect that then I would tell my mum, who would give me some 'special medicine' to cure my rabies (after unsuccessfully trying to convince me that I didn't have rabies in the first place.)
I don't know why but I used to think that cancer was a kind of cheese, and my teacher said that her friend has breast cancer and i blurted out, "She has boob cheese?! GROSS" Everyone was dieing fro laughter. And I was really kinda freaked out because everyone was laughing at me. So I thought everyone turned a wee bit retarded. Lol...
I used to believe that the dentist had to drill through your cheek to get to your teeth. I screamed and cried in his chair and was eventually sent to a children's dentist where they used laughing gas.
When I was little my mom used to give me gatorade when I had stomach aches. It would stay in the fridge until I had a stomach ache, nobody would ever drink it otherwise. So for the longest time i thought gatorade was medicine. I got really confused when I first saw someone buy it from the supermarket, and then my dad explained that its just a regular drink.
I believed that when you got really sick the roof above your bed would open and you would float to the hospital with your bed
When i was around 4 or 5 my mum came home and was like "your brother has chicken pox" i was like "WHY DOES HE GET CHICKEN POX I WANT SOME", thinking it was some type of nice chicken chips.
I once got it into my head that if I threw up, the Nesquik rabbit would climb out of the sick and live with me, and be my friend. I was cool with that- as long as he had a bath first!
when i was little and i had a sore ear my uncle would blow cigar smoke in it and told me that it would make it better.
Whenever I got sick, I thought that God had put a curse on me for misbehaving, so I have always tried to be on my best behaviour thinking that this will prevent me from falling ill. But no matter how hard I tried to behave correctly, I still kept in becoming sick occasionally.
All the medicines I took for coughs were cherry-flavored, so I thought that cherry-flavored lollipops were good for sore throats. I always made sure to take them when I was sick.
When I was little, I went through a phase where I thought it was impossible to throw up if your mouth was closed. So whenever my stomach hurt, I walked around the house with my hand over my mouth.
I thought that AIDS would mean you would turn into a crushed car cube because I was watching a TV programme and someone was upset because their mum had AIDS and then there was a crushed car cube so thought that was wot happend.
If you bit the end of a pen of pencil you would be poisoned by the lead or ink.
when i was about 7 or 8, and would get sick to the point of vomiting, i thought that my body was confused and that i was actually having diarrhea out my mouth instead of my butt... needless to say, i had some interesting complaints to tell my parents.
i used to believe that gangrene was so named due to its colour "war its gan green" (geordie accent) as opposed to the use of medical terminology describing dead decaying skin.
Up until I was about 13, I thought gangrene made ur skin turn green - I also thought it was spelled "gang green".
when I was little i got a cut and my big brother told me that if I lost too much blood that I would die so i held the cut over a cup and waited until it stopped bleeding and drank the like ounce of blood that had collected in the bottom. eww gross
When I was really little I found out my dad was bipolar and I imediatly thought "polar = cold" (my dad LOVES the cold) and so I went around saying "My dad is bipolar" and if they asked what it was I'de say "It means he likes the cold and they named asickness after it!"
My 5 year old had a fever. I told her that I would get some ASPIRIN for her. She told me she didn't need ASPIRIN because her butt didn't hurt.
When I was about 6-7 y.o. there was an ad on TV explaining the differences between 1st, 2nd and 3rd grade burns. I believe 1st grade burn were the ones you'd got when you were in the 1st grade of school and so on. I was very worried I'd get ever buernt during that year because I'd be in 2nd grade and didn't want to have blisters!
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