On Sunday morning I went to the pharmacy to get the morning-after pill. It’s only the second time I’ve ever needed to ask for one (the last time was eight years ago). Once again, it was a reasonably easy process, and I count myself lucky to live where I do.
Why did I need it? The night before the condom had come off.
I wasn’t particularly freaked out about it. In fact, I was a little amused (at the situation), and a little annoyed (at myself, for not holding onto the base of the condom as I went to pull myself off Hylas and collapse). I wasn’t concerned about STD’s – he and I had both been tested a few months earlier, and our other partners also get tested regularly. No, I was most concerned about possible pregnancy.
So Sunday morning I ambled off to the pharmacy closest to Hylas’ house, and asked for the morning-after pill. The very pleasant pharmacist took me off to a small room and closed the door, and then she asked me some questions:
Was it for me? Yes.
What happened to cause me to need it? The condom came off, post-ejaculation.
When was my last period? It had begun 12 days earlier (apparently day 14 is generally the most fertile. Eep.)
Was I currently pregnant or breast-feeding? Hell no!
What other medications was I on? That was a hard one – I take a lot of different medicines and supplements – all doctor-recommended or prescribed – for my migraine and depression. It took me a while to remember them all.
It wasn’t an interrogation, it was all needed information, and it wasn’t asked inappropriately or judgementally. Which is good! And when it was over, I went back out to the main area of the chemist to wait, and 1o minutes later I had what I came for.
It’s not much to look at. One tablet, alone in the centre of a blister-pack. One pill that cost $45, but didn’t require a visit to the doctor, or a trip to five different pharmacies to find one to serve me. One pill that – for some people – causes nausea and vomiting and all sorts of unpleasant side-effects, but for me made no difference at all.
Except it means I shouldn’t get pregnant. And that’s a lot to be thankful for.