Last week, I noticed my contraceptive pill was running low.
I booked an appointment with my GP, hardly able to believe that three months had already passed since the last time I walked into his office, otherwise perfectly healthy, just to pick up a script for a medication I’ve been taking for well over 15 years.
Anyway, I booked the appointment. And then the monsoon came. (Okay, it wasn’t a monsoon. But it was a pretty bad thunderstorm.) Then work got busy, then a meeting ran over. I knew I’d never make the appointment in such torrential conditions, so I cancelled.
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I promised myself I’d rebook for the next day, but every single day that week, something else – life, pretty much – got in the way.
Yes, I am aware of how boring this is. But I’m trying to make a point. It’s seriously tedious and inconvenient to have to go to see the doctor every single time you run out of your contraceptive pill, aka every three months, aka four times a bloody year, aka approximately 12849402 times in the average menstruating woman’s life.