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Old 05-28-2014, 04:42 PM
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Originally Posted by thegreenflute334 View Post
Mine would be being very fast. Although it's a gift, it's a curse. I get pretty frustrastrated when things won't mentally move ( people, things, stuff). If there are things on the counter.. they are simply gone within 10 minutes. I have sold the contents of my house about three times in my life.. I really dislike small spaces, small cars, small pantries, small computer screens, small closets.. I will make them bigger. I guess I am an extreme motivator. I think very fast and move very fast but when things don't move-- look out. I can move anything.. people, stuff, homes, cars.. but it can be a curse. When it's a curse is usually when I encounter someone that is mentally not that fast and it's not fair to them sometimes ( very hard to bring my brain down at times to understand that most people are not wired that way)

Aaahhhh... I am same way in many aspects.. Guess, part of the "ropes curse" is lack of stoic patience...
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Old 05-28-2014, 04:44 PM
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Originally Posted by Gerania View Post
I'm here to take care of broken people, or so it seems. They keep finding me. I no longer worry about tangled hoses, wires or extrusion cords. I have too many other things to do.
Unless they stop you from doing "other things".
But yours is not a "curse"
It's a blessing.
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Old 05-28-2014, 05:15 PM
Location: Southwestern, USA
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I'm thinking we have curses, as you say, until we learn to get over them...right?
By realizing they have no power.

Like the roaring lion spoken of in the New Testament...it can scare us...
But it only roars...
it doesn't even have teeth!

The way my thinking goes is if we don't overcome (another biblical term, sorry)...
we keep having it come back till we do...that is, overcome the "issue"....that thing
we keep stubbing our spiritual toe on...I will never again have to be around a person like my
Mother ever again...not a boss, not a neighbor...because I learned to forgive and love her...thus...
lesson learned...that type of meanie will never have any power over me again...."Next..."
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Old 05-29-2014, 03:58 PM
Location: central Oregon
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My curse is procrastination. I make everyone wait until I am good and ready to do something. I don't think about this, it just is.

If I have a project due, I wait until the last few days to even think about it, let alone tackling it. It always gets done on time - it's just that it is my time.

On the other hand, I HATE being late for anything. I would rather skip something than enter late.

And, I HATE routines - with a passion!
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Old 05-30-2014, 05:18 PM
Location: St. Louis
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Originally Posted by ukrkoz View Post
Addiction is a choice, "curse" is destiny.
It's your thread but I just want to add that while you may consider addiction a choice, those who are deep in the middle of one or more of them may very well consider it a punishment from on high.

Having left a major addiction to sugar behind though, I'll go on to say that I have often felt unloved for a major part of my life. First it was parents who showed thru actions and inactions that they didn't particularly care for me (or my sister) and then I didn't make friends very easily in childhood either and was quite unpopular. There were many times when I thought that at least I had a good husband who loved me but he turned out to be gay after I spent half my life with him, but at least I have my kids. I do think they love me, though they're at that age where they're just looking to be independent, so at least I have my dog.

So, I'd have to say that loneliness is my curse, but thinking of it in spiritual terms does seem to help. Also, I'm much better at making friends these days so that has helped a lot.
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Old 05-31-2014, 01:55 PM
Location: NYC
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Originally Posted by OwlKaMyst View Post
I was going to mention some sort of past life residual as well.
I have that (tho not to 'curse' level) with things around my neck. I can't wear short necklaces, turtlenecks, or anything that comes close to my neck. Drives me crazy and I feel constrained.
Perhaps I was hung or something.

As far as something that could be a 'curse'....hmmm....I can't think of anything at the moment that just always 'gets in the way'... But if I have one, I sure I will remember when I encounter it.
Me too. I can only wear round or V necks and no necklaces at all. It doesn't matter how loose the necklace or blouse is. If it even touches my neck, I feel like I'm being choked.
I dread going for a haircut because they tie that apron thing around my neck.
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Old 05-31-2014, 03:44 PM
Location: Venus
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I think my curse in life is that I hate to throw anything away. I will give things away, donate them, recycle them, sell them but throwing things away...? I think I have the hoarding gene. I have never thrown away a letter, birthday card, Christmas card, or any other personal note/card that I have received since I was a teen. And with our move, all those boxes of crap...well, that is my curse. And when I ACTUALLY throw something away, I am proud of myself-even if I feel a bit guilty.

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Old 05-31-2014, 04:39 PM
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Old 05-31-2014, 08:34 PM
Location: Wisconsin
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My “curse of life” is that I often get horrendously bad medical care or treatment. I live through it and lodge a complaint and often the facility makes changes in how they do things based on what happened to me. I'm tired of it. though

A few highlights:
A recent mammogram where I had to tell the technician, “You have my collarbone caught in the pressure plate.” When I first started telling her this, she didn't understand what I was saying. Now, I wasn't speaking in Urdu and I wasn't speaking in tongues and she spoke English just fine,and I was saying, just like you just read: “You have my collarbone caught in the plate.” The third time I said it, she said, OMG, I'm so sorry,” and finally let up on the pressure. I honestly thought she was going to break my collarbone. (And may I hasten to add that I am a reasonably normal human female, which means my collarbone is nowhere near the body part that was supposed to be on the plate.)

An emergency appendectomy where I was first examined by a physician who took some blood, did a scan, and said I needed an emergency appendectomy. This was at 7AM. He referred me to the local hospital, where the following happened:
1) The tech who needed to draw the blood looked at my arm and said “Dammit, they used the good vein.” So sorry, you should have called dibs.
2) They tried to send me back home. I said I had been told I needed emergency surgery. The nurse said I should go home and have something to eat. I said I didn't think I should have something to eat since I was supposed to have emergency surgery. She said, “Oh, I suppose that's true.”
3) I sat in a dark room for several hours, listening to people going by in the hallway. (I have no idea why they turned the lights off, unless perhaps it was to punish me for letting the first doctor use the good vein.)
4) When I finally was admitted to the surgical floor (I think it was about 2PM by that time), the nurse showed me a bed, pulled down the covers, and told me to get into it. I still had all my street clothes on including my shoes. When I asked if I should take my shoes off, she shrugged and said “If you want to.”
5) I was not given a wrist ID for several hours after being admitted. During that time, personnel kept coming into the room and saying, “Hi, you're Sue, right?” “No, I'm Jane.” “Hi, you're Annette right?” “No I'm Jane.” “Hi, you're here for gallbladder, aren't you, Amy?” “NO, I'M JANE AND I'M HERE FOR AN EMERGENCY APPENDECTOMY.” I was exhausted and in pain and I wanted more than anything to be able to sleep or even just close my eyes and rest a bit, but I was terrified that I would wake up without one of my limbs, since they seemed not to know who I was or what I needed. I did not get a wrist band for about another four hours. During that time, several people asked me why I didn't have a wrist band on.
6) At around 8PM (having been in considerable pain for over 12 hours), I asked one of the nurses when she thought I might be going into surgery. She snapped “You're not the only person here who needs surgery, you know. There are others in worse shape than you.” Oh sorry, my nearly ruptured appendix must have made me delirious for a while there.
7) As I was recovering from surgery, I heard the anesthesiologist complain about how short my neck was and how difficult it was to get the trach tube in. Again, so sorry.
8) After the surgery (and confirmation from the surgeon that my appendix was close to rupturing), nurses kept coming in and asking me more questions I couldn't answer, such as, “Why do you still have those leg things on?” and “Why do you still have your oxygen prongs in?” Gee, I don't know, maybe because I've been totally ignored ever since I got here? (I suppose if I hadn't taken my shoes off, they would be asking me why there was dirt in the bottom of my bed.)

I went to my eye doctor and he told me I needed an appointment with their specialist. He actually went to the reception area and made the appointment for me while I was standing there. When I went to that appointment a month later, everyone kept asking me why I was there. I kept saying, “Because Dr. So and So told me I needed to see her and he was the one who made the appointment.” They said they had asked Dr. So and So and he denied ever referring me to her or making the appointment, so why was I there? This went on for a ridiculous amount of time, with them acting like I was trying to put something over on them. Finally I went home, but said I wanted to hear from the head of the clinic. It turned into a huge debacle, with the clinic head calling me and promising to look into it, then calling me back and saying that my eye doctor now realized he had made that appointment and that they were going to make him call me and apologize. There aren't too many things more uncomfortable than having your doctor call with a forced apology, by the way. (Oh, and prior to him calling, the head of the clinic told me, “Dr. So and So is going to have to go before Peer Review because of this, but he doesn't know it yet, so when he calls you, don't mention it.”)

Going to the drugstore and having them give me a prescription that has my name and phone number, but the address of a totally different person in a different state. When I pointed that out, the woman said, “Don't you live in Massachusetts?” Yes, that's why I pick up my prescriptions here in Minneapolis Minnesota, it's such a nice drive from Massachusetts. I said it was wrong. She just shrugged and handed me the bag.

Different drugstore. I went to pick up my prescription and the doctor's name was all screwed up. And it wasn't the medication my doctor had prescribed. When I told the pharmacist's aide, she screamed out, “Well, you are Lucy Weiler at 1234 Bonnie View Road Nottingham Iowa,” aren't you? (I used fictitious info, but even though they had gotten everything else wrong, they had my real name and address, and she blatted it out like she was on the PA system.) This was such a blatant HEPA violation that I complained to the pharmacy manager, and got a $25 gift card out of the deal.

A doctor who told me the medication he was prescribing had virtually no side effects and I could be on it forever. When I went back to see him four months later, I told him the medication was working well. He said, “OMG, you're still on that? You can't be on that for more than a month or so at a time.” Nice to know. I ended up with a side effect that nearly caused an autoimmune condition. I had to be on a tremendously restrictive diet for over a year while my system recovered.

I could go on, but you get the drift.
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Old 05-31-2014, 08:51 PM
Location: Northeast
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Current curse is having no license with a date of 2015 December will have back and grateful to be employed through this difficult time..
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