slut candy

I just made the most bizarre impulse buy today.  At the school pharmacy, I ordered a 6-month refill of birth control out of panic.

I once had to transfer my prescription from the school pharmacy (waaaay cheaper) to a CVS near A's place, because I couldn't make it to campus for some reason or another... so when I drove up to the CVS window to pick up my pack of pills the next morning for an extra 35 dollars, and I thought I was going to faint.

Turns out they gave me the fancy Ortho-Tricyclen-Lo (its commercial features a creepy, faceless bouquet of lilies dancing to "Kiss Me"), so even though it does the same damn thing of keeping me baby-free and my periods on time, it had a cooler looking package, and I guess they also had spent billions of dollars on research to develop that pill, so they figured they could charge me extra.  I understood that much.  I didn't like it, but it was my fault, so boo-hoo, I got over it.

After making that mistake once, I transfered my prescription ONCE AGAIN back to my school pharmacy today, and I saw a discreet little sign that said that OTL is going to be sold for 36 dollars starting from April 1st.  What a cruel April Fool's Day joke, right?

I remember reading about this in the national news a while ago, that some funny bill that was passed in Washington, D.C. that was supposed to stop Medicaid or Medicare people from taking advantage of the system (YEAH YEAH, I didn't read it carefully, now did I), but now college campuses are stuck with higher birth control prices.  And that the schools started stocking up on different methods of birth control once the prices go up, so they can keep providing affordable prices for students.

Who knew it would later affect me?  I didn't!  That's what I get for sitting on my lazy twat all day.  And that's why I now have to buy 120 dollars worth of pills tomorrow.

I used to go to Planned Parenthood for my Depo-Provera shots once every three months and also used to put up with the religious zealots who would pray for my damned soul outside of the black, metal fences around the clinic.  They yelled at me stuff like, "It doesn't have to be like this!"  It doesn't have to be like how, ho?!  There wasn't a little Cheeto growing inside of me, geez, so slow your judgmental ass down.  Anyway, so having been there, I don't think their pill prices are any cheaper either.

So what is a girl to do when birth control prices go up and there are no signs of imminent breakup on the horizon?  I suppose condoms are cheaper, but they're also fussier and grosser.  It doesn't really ruin the mood either, but one gets used to not smelling that stinky latex funk.

There's also a reason why I kind of dislike that smell, but I think I'll talk about it later some time.