Turns out that cramps might not kill you but they will make you pass the fuck out. But I digress.
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The pill was available through my school clinic/pharmacy for about $16 a year. And that first year, $16 was a big part of my budget.
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I had to ask if I could break up the payment into four $4 installments. The person that I asked personally gave me $20 to cover it.
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That person INSISTED I buy myself a drink with the extra $4, which I did. And for that, I'm eternally grateful.
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I wasn't a bad person. I wasn't an immoral person. I was just broke and trying to finish school. And trying not to die from pain.
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And then I graduated. And lost my health insurance.
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Through the miracle of federally- and state-funded clinics, I was able to continue to get my prescription for the pill.
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I say "miracle" even though birth control shouldn't feel like a miracle. Birth control is healthcare. That's all.
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I accidentally took an Advil few years after all this started. Turns out I'm allergic to a specific synthetic dye. It wasn't the NSAIDS.
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*womp womp*
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So I transitioned off the pill, now use NSAIDS again for my horrible cramps. But I'm grateful for having access to the pill for those years.
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Do I want a special birth control exemption for women who can't take NSAIDS? No. We're not special.
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Birth control should be available to any person that wants it, whenever they want it. For heterosexual sex. Or not. Even if they're poor.
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The idea that if you can't afford birth control you shouldn't be having sex is so fucking absurd to me.
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Having heterosexual sex shouldn't be contingent on your wealth bracket. Not to mention some of us use the pill for other reasons.
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*mention these tweets to me so we can talk more about it at the bar for a $4 drink, my treat.
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