Re: Re: Answer - what is a myo by Kubby - OFF TOPIC

[Guest guest]

Hi Sunny,

Well... hope springs eternal. Kubby...behave, you're fishing for miracles.

(Kubby is my hubby for those who do not know).

Roma, whom we all love and respect has tried to help out Kubby. Recently, Roma

suggested that since traditional therapy had failed with Kubby (big surprise

here) that maybe electric shock therapy (the old fashioned kind with real

electricity) or intervention therapy (with fibrodians assisting with Kubby in a

small locked room with a light source like a flash light) might prove more

successful with Kubby since she felt Kubby wasn't intuitive enough for more

traditional therapy.

So I suggested Roma's therapy ideas to Kubby. He said he would prefer the

electric shock over the intervention therapy with the fibroidians. So I had

hope. He began to ask questions about where Roma lived (he thinks she's out to

get him). He wants to avoid Roma's state. I told him that Roma only had his best

interest at heart and was only trying to help him and that he shouldn't let his

paranoia override his intellect. He did after all have a therapy preference. The

problem was that he never did anything about it.

So I called him into the hall and asked him to remove the night light from the

socket. Kubby did this with no problem and took a big interest in the socket (we

all know how he likes to " fix " things). So I told Kubby to wet his finger. He

put his finger in his mouth and wet it while bent down over the socket. So I

told him to put his finger in the socket and we'd call this electro shock

therapy #1. He just gave me a look and never went through with his therapy. You

can't help those who won't help themselves.

So then I got a idea watching the nightly KC news. They were using tasers on a

guy who was shot in the head. I said to myself this is sorta like electric shock

therapy and it didn't kill the guy on TV. So I told Kubby I was going to order a

taser from ebay to use for his new form of electric shock therapy. After all, he

is in desperate need of help and that calls for desperate measures. He pointed

his finger at me and said you'd better not taser me. I told him it was for his

own good and he'd thank me later. He said sooner or later he'd be able to get

up. I said I knew this his fear of getting better talking and besides that was

what the mace I got off ebay was for. To calm him after his taser therapy. What

can I say, Kubby just will not help himself. I suggested the intervention

therapy again (I believe in choices) but he said he'd flee the state if any

cranky fibroidians showed up here.

So I was watching the movie Anger Management on TV and Buddy the therapist gave

me a new therapy idea (and they say TV isn't educational). He said cooking was

relaxing and therapeutic. Now it doesn't work for me like this but who knows

about Kubby. So I told Kubby that he needed to do all the cooking because

cooking was relaxing and therapeutic. So when he came home from work, I asked

him " what's for dinner " . First he protested saying he worked all day blah blah

blah. I told him that he was going to do it if he wanted to eat. So Kubby

actually started dinner. I thought this is great, no cooking for me and Kubby is

getting much needed therapy.

Well... the problem is that Kubby can't cook but he thinks he can. Kubby cooks

all meat the same way. Black and hard on the outside and raw in the middle. The

rest of the food he burns. But he can heat up things from a can really well. He

can make grilled cheese and other sandwhiches. He tried to make cornbread. It

was soooo hard you could chip a tooth on it. I told Kubby he could build a house

with his cornbread and refused to eat it. He said it was OK and to prove it, he

would eat it. He ate a few bites before admitting failure. Later he complained

that he had a belly ache that felt like he ate rocks and I told him that he had

eaten rocks. But I figured hey, I'm not cooking and he's got to get better. He

seems to be actually be liking it. I began supervising meals and Kubby was

improving. Well... today he cooks a big lunch. He actually manages to cook the

meat where it's not black and raw. The veggies look OK. I think, he's getting

better at this. Kubby peppers the veggies without

my knowledge. I'm allergic to pepper. So my esophagus begins to swell, my eyes

are watering and my sinuses are running down the back of my throat. The food is

part way down but it can't go down anymore. It's getting where I can't breath

and I start to throw up. Kubby just sits in the next room eating and watching

TV. I'm having big problems breathing and I'm beginning to think that I need to

dial 911, I kid you not. I guess I threw up enough that I could finally breath.

My chest felt like it was on fire. I drank some water and then took some Mylanta

to try and coat my poor esophagus. I go into the room where Kubby is and he asks

me " is there anything wrong " . So I say that I was throwing up and couldn't

breath, did he put pepper on any of the food? Well yes he did. He'll use less

next time. I yelled at him that he'll use no pepper on any food at any time.

You know what this means, (I know Roma, you won't approve but remember that I

sit here with a very sore chest) it's time for revenge. I think Kubby needs a

bowel prep. The nice lemon flavored kind mixed in his lemonade. He'll have

plenty of time to think while he's in the bathroom - toilet therapy - a sort of

time out. I know, I know there are positives to Kubby's cooking. Like losing

weight (I kid you not, I am losing weight but Kubby isn't) and hummmmmm I'm

trying to think... you appreciate going out to eat... new building materials...

ohhhh he washes the dishes when he's done... no one wants to eat at your house

so you get to go out with other people to eat... not a lot of positives but

some. I wasn't supervising today. So cooking therapy will continue under proper

supervision and Kubby will have a " toilet time out " to think about the

consequences of his cooking.

I can tell you about Kubby's new business idea... but it will have to wait.

Right now I need more Mylanta.

Ku

sun2dae sun2dae@...> wrote:

Kukulaka--

Kubby is back on the list!! Do we welcome him or tell him to go play

with the killer deer? I, for one, enjoyed your Kubby stories

immensely and am glad to see you are once again telling tales on him.

I hope he is behaving himself.

Sunny

[Guest guest]

Run

for it Kubby

Ruw that stuff is vile

I had my fair share of inedible food too but at least

it was universally charred

Dill is my worry. Those darn pickle wedges my bain.

I went to a restaurant in Fl ltwo years ago and said

to make sure it didn't touch my plate.Well the meal

comes and I start in on my fries and my mothers friend

says what is that. The side of my mouth where she was

sitting had a blister on it just starting. Then I

realised there were a few inside of my mouth too.

When I asked the waitress she admitted a pickle had

been on my plate but she had taken it and all the

fries that touched it off the plate. (Pickles are

juicy so this trick rarely works) I dug out a benadryl

and just in case the epi pen. By the time we left the

restaurant I had three noticible blisters on the lips

more in my mouth but at least my throat seemed clear

of them this time. I don't even keep Dill in the

house and at work I label things do not serve to me.

Maybe you need to remove the pepper from the house

too.

take care Ku

(snicker did you know vaccumming is therapuetic. Very

restful they say)

[Guest guest]

Run

for it Kubby

Ruw that stuff is vile

I had my fair share of inedible food too but at least

it was universally charred

Dill is my worry. Those darn pickle wedges my bain.

I went to a restaurant in Fl ltwo years ago and said

to make sure it didn't touch my plate.Well the meal

comes and I start in on my fries and my mothers friend

says what is that. The side of my mouth where she was

sitting had a blister on it just starting. Then I

realised there were a few inside of my mouth too.

When I asked the waitress she admitted a pickle had

been on my plate but she had taken it and all the

fries that touched it off the plate. (Pickles are

juicy so this trick rarely works) I dug out a benadryl

and just in case the epi pen. By the time we left the

restaurant I had three noticible blisters on the lips

more in my mouth but at least my throat seemed clear

of them this time. I don't even keep Dill in the

house and at work I label things do not serve to me.

Maybe you need to remove the pepper from the house

too.

take care Ku

(snicker did you know vaccumming is therapuetic. Very

restful they say)

[Guest guest]

Run

for it Kubby

Ruw that stuff is vile

I had my fair share of inedible food too but at least

it was universally charred

Dill is my worry. Those darn pickle wedges my bain.

I went to a restaurant in Fl ltwo years ago and said

to make sure it didn't touch my plate.Well the meal

comes and I start in on my fries and my mothers friend

says what is that. The side of my mouth where she was

sitting had a blister on it just starting. Then I

realised there were a few inside of my mouth too.

When I asked the waitress she admitted a pickle had

been on my plate but she had taken it and all the

fries that touched it off the plate. (Pickles are

juicy so this trick rarely works) I dug out a benadryl

and just in case the epi pen. By the time we left the

restaurant I had three noticible blisters on the lips

more in my mouth but at least my throat seemed clear

of them this time. I don't even keep Dill in the

house and at work I label things do not serve to me.

Maybe you need to remove the pepper from the house

too.

take care Ku

(snicker did you know vaccumming is therapuetic. Very

restful they say)

[Guest guest]

Hi,

Pepper and pepper plants give me blisters too. It's a bummer! So I know where

you're coming from. The bigger bummer was when my myo surgeon thought I might be

allergic to pain meds. I got tylenol with codene. But I also had very low BP (it

runs low normally, add a touch of anemia too) and they were very worried after

surgery about giving me pain meds.

Vacumming being theraputic! Good one! LOL But I can get Kubby to vacum. I just

tell him the machine is too heavy. He'll vacum the whole house while he'll tell

me how weak I am. It's a self propelled vacum! He never seems to think about

this. So I just let him show off his muscles and vacum if he wants. Gotta be

nice to him sometimes.

Ku