Sing For Me

Doctor Love

I wake up not feeling great, in fact I feel like shit. It was that time of the month, I always had a rough time, the last one I'd had was while Ben was away so he hadn't really seen how poorly I get with them.

He'd headed off to work early this morning as he had marking to do, he could have probably got that done last night but we sat watching old episodes of Dads army while stuffing our faces with chocolate ice cream. My current state was the probable cause of me eating like a pig.  He'd dropped the kids off for me too as I wasn't due on shift today till eleven, save me rushing he said. I hadn't told him I was feeling poorly not sure why but I'd never really discussed my periods with him, but I would have to come clean as he said he would be staying over again tonight, he doesn't seem to want to go home these days which I have to say I have no objection to.

He rings me on his break at ten thirty just as I'm walking into work "Hi sweetheart, where are you" he asks me

"I'm just getting into work now babe" I tell him, he can tell there's something wrong by my voice

"Are you alright darling I noticed you didn't look yourself when I left this morning" he tells me so I didn't hide it

"I'm just not feeling too good baby that's all" I say

"Are you coming down with something sweetheart, you did look pale" he asks

"No it's my..... its my..." for god's sake why is it so hard to say "it's my time of the month sweetie" I say quietly "I get really rough with them" I say

"Oh my poor darling why didn't you tell me" he asks

"Don't know we've never really mentioned them" I say and he laughs

"Sweetheart you are a girl and I'm a big boy I know you have periods" he says and I laugh with him.

"Alright Mr clever sod" I tell him

"I understand darling, do you feel very poorly" he asks

"I feel like crap, I get bad pain and sick with them" I tell him

"Are you alright to work baby" he asks

"Yeah I'll take some pain killers that'll see me through, I'm only on till two today" I tell him

"Alright darling if you're sure" he says

"I'll be alright" I tell him

"Well I'm finishing at three again today so I will fetch the children you head home after work and get comfy on the sofa yeah" he says

"I wish, I've got stuff to do" I tell him

"Ah such as" He asks

"The washing and I haven't got anything ready for tea" I tell him

"I will see to that and I'll make supper" he says "and then I'm going to give you some tender loving care alright" I feel too rough to start a debate with him.

"OK you win I'm in no state to argue" I laugh

"Good girl take care my darling and text me when you finish your shift yeah" he says

"Yes boss" I laugh

"Love you Lissy see you later" he says and hangs up.

That had to be the longest three hours ever I feel so poorly I'm aching all over and feel sick as I always did. I head for the tube station texting Ben as I do

Hey darling I'm all done heading home now xx

And no sooner have I sent it he texts back