Sysmidget health crisis
The Sysmistress called me at noon, today. The twins were home from Kindergarten. She didn't know what to do. SysmTwin D had an "e-r-e-c-t-i-o-n", and was complaining that it hurt.
I was IM'ing with Dilf a while later. I commented that by laughing at the situation, I was virtually guaranteeing that, should I have a similar problem, she'll not be inclined to help.
Me: "How long has he had it?"I was laughing - clearly not helping.
Her: "Ten minutes or so. He's freaking out a bit. What should I do?"
Me: (silence)
Her: "Is this normal? What should I do?"
Me: "Tell him to think about baseball."
Me: "Have him go outside and run around. The cold air will move his blood around."She called back ten minutes later. He was feeling a bit better.
I was IM'ing with Dilf a while later. I commented that by laughing at the situation, I was virtually guaranteeing that, should I have a similar problem, she'll not be inclined to help.
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2:12 AMIn case you were wondering, I won't help you either.
11:30 AM
The poor little guy! As someone whose body torments her hormonally on a regular basis, albeit in a MUCH different way, I would like to offer sympathy to him.
Although, if he knew I knew about this in the first place, he'd probably be horrified.
8:02 PM
I hope you plan to tell this story the first time he brings a girlfriend over for dinner.
8:40 PM
Sysmistress has my sympathy as the only representative of my sex in the household. All the uncomfortable situations land on our shoulders. I have no doubt that the girlies first menstration will happen when Ubie is not around.
1:12 PM
hehe.
8:54 PM
Dilfie-san, unless you're making a very surprising announcement, that first sentence is the mother of all misplaced modifiers.
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