Opening my pocket-book calendar you would see this past Sunday circled with a bright red marker. No, it wasn’t because of the Super Bowl (Shout out to Eli ~ Hotty Toddy!). It was because another game started that day. The daily game of Did I take my birth control pill this morning? / Am I still sane?.

Yea, that one.

Here’s a little background: I first started on the pill when I was 18. Nothing like knowing exactly when Aunt Rose was gonna come knockin on your door. I had it down to the hour. First couple of years were great, and then I started to slack on the daily intake. I’d skip a week here, go solid for a month or two there, but things started to get so out of whack I stopped.

And then I started again about 2 years ago. To put it nicely, the whole ordeal was totally NO BUENO.

I was given an off-brand because my insurance didn’t cover my old birth control, and let me just tell you – it sent me way off my rocker. I’m talking about I was in a completely different room from the damn chair most of the time. It was not a good situation. As soon as we (my primary care physician & I) realized it was the bc, I stopped. I had become one of the horrifying stories you hear of girls getting on birth control and losing their marbles. That was me.

Last fall, for a couple of different reasons, I decided to give it a go one more time. I got the prescription in October, but I’ll admit I was gun-shy. No person wants to voluntarily buy themselves a ticket on the crazy-train. (especially when the circus is permanently in town to begin with) I waited and waited and waited, and finally this past Sunday, I took myself to Target pharmacy and handed over my prescription.

First thing I checked was to make sure it wasn’t on the Pfizer recall list. I high-fived the pharmacy tech when she told me I was in the clear. (awesome) Twenty minutes later, my name was called and the tiny little packet of 21 pills, nicely labeled Sunday through Saturday were in my hands. When I got home, I looked in the mirror, took a deep breath, sent up a quick plea of please let this be like the first time, and down the hatch went pill #1.

…….and so it begins.

Third time’s always a charm, right?

Here’s hopin.

I know tons of women on the pill who haven’t had any side effects what so ever. I was one of them the first time I was on it! That stupid second trial is what has me thrown off kilter. But as a courtesy I thought I’d give you all the heads up. I only ask you this – If you feel like my cheese is beginning to slide off my cracker, shoot me an email. Send up a smoke signal. Let a Sister know. Sound the alarm if I start to go crazy. That’s it. That’s all I’m asking.

Thank you in advance!

Have a good one,

jennie b

*Just in case you were wondering, the 9 o’clock ramblings post had nothing to do with possible birth control effects – that’s just how my thought process runs sometimes. 

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