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When I was little I figured since people got sick from being around people with an illness then I should be able to get to feeling good again if I started hanging around people who wern't sick, when I was.
My mom told me that she had to go to Reno for her appendectomy and I thought that was because it was the only place they did that surgery. I believed this for YEARS until she finally told me that she was in Reno because they were on vacation.
when i was about 3 to 5 i belived that heart attacks were other hearts were attacking you
When I was five, I took a sick day from school. I was taking my temperature, and my mom happened to be doing the housework at the time and was trying to sweep under where I was sitting. She told me: "Stand up". So after that, for many years, I believed that taking my temperature required standing up.
when i was 8-12 i believed that i'd get ink poisoning if i got ink (pen, marker, etc..) on the inside of my wrist.. this is because i could see the veins through my skin.
i remember the first time i read about HIV and how can needles be one of the ways that transmits the virus. back then i was a bout 8 or 9 and one of my aunts had diabetes. one day she forgot to throw away her insulin needle and i felt i should pick it up and toss it in the garbage can. while i was about to do that, it accidentally pricked me. i didn't tell anyone and i was confidant i had aids and that i was dying. i was depressed for quite a while.
As a child I was plagued with the unfortunate, frequent occurances of cold sores. When asked by friends about what was on my lip, I would say, "Oh, it's just a coldslaw." Then I would get puzzled looks. I guess my mother's thick accent made the word sound wrong but I didn't know it.
i used to believe that when you sucked on a Halls lozenge, that those vapor thingies would actually appear to clear up your stuffy nose and sore throat just like it showed in the commercials.
I used to believe that Alzheimer's disease was called oldtymers disease.
I used to think that if you pinched someone...they'd get cancer.
i used to belive that you got chicken pocks from sleeping on the floor because i slept onthe floor one night and woke up with the chicken pocks.
When I was little, my cousin told me that if you got a cut or something and you were bleeding, if you sucked the blood it would recycle into your body.
I used to believe that you could get leppers for not taking baths everyday, so I took baths every day and ocassionally touched my nose to see if it was still there!
When i was about six years old me and my mom were shopping at the mall and she had ran into a old friends with her daughter about the same age as me, and she had looked a little sick so my mom asked what was wrong with her and she said that her daughter had just eaten a big meal and then went on a tire swing and she threw up all she had eaten. from that day on i wondered how long you would have to sit there throwing up untill everything you had EVER eaten was all thrown up. lol I felt really stupid when i got older
My grandmother had these really ugly lamps that were sculpted busts and I used to think that if I looked at them long enough, they would throw up cherries and watermelon all over the room and I would get yelled at for vomiting.
To this day, I still get creeped out if someone has to throw up, because I still think my grandmother is going to yell at me.
I used to believe that ambulances were for people who vomited needles....?
When I was young I used to be terrified of throwing up. I used to make up all sorts of safety measures to keep myself from doing it, like if I laid on my back while I slept, or if I held my lips closed, or repeated over and over to myself "I feel fine..." I used to think that if anyone else threw up, I was in immenent danger of doing the same, so I'd start to shake all over and get as far away from the person as possible.
my sister believed that she was very sick with a disease called hypochondria. (all right, so i'm the one who told her she had hypochondria.)
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 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.
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