pill
After 7 years and 3 months of taking the pill, I have decided to stop taking it. At least for now.
WOW, 7 years? I had no idea it had been that long.
My major decision point was that I was starting to get little brown patches on my face. Of course, it had to be on my face. And they were appearing on my upper lip! Of all the places - that's where they were. I had gone to the doctor a few months ago about it, and he said that it was the "mask of pregnancy" and said I was probably pregnant.
(Now, let me just say how much I can't stand doctor's. And this guy just about sealed the deal for me. I have never had a doctor I liked. Dentists yes. Doctors no. I am now convinced that every doctor out there is a complete ass-fuck. This guy especially.)
ANYway, when I told him I was assuredly NOT pregnant, he challenged me again, so I offered to (this is gross, but man, was I pissed) show him real-time evidence that I was not. He believed me then. So he prescribed me some skin bleaching creme. This has not done one bit of lightening.
So I finally did what I should have done then - instead of go to the doctor - I asked my mom. She immediately knew what I was talking about and said that I was lucky that the spots hadn't shown up sooner. She said that if I stopped the pill they should fade pretty quickly.
And that leaves me here today, three days with no pill in me, after 7 years and 3 months.
Guess I need to start taking my temperature every day. Luckily, I have my yearly already scheduled so she's going to get an earful from me about this - just asking so many questions, etc.
FUN TIMES.
sigh.
WOW, 7 years? I had no idea it had been that long.
My major decision point was that I was starting to get little brown patches on my face. Of course, it had to be on my face. And they were appearing on my upper lip! Of all the places - that's where they were. I had gone to the doctor a few months ago about it, and he said that it was the "mask of pregnancy" and said I was probably pregnant.
(Now, let me just say how much I can't stand doctor's. And this guy just about sealed the deal for me. I have never had a doctor I liked. Dentists yes. Doctors no. I am now convinced that every doctor out there is a complete ass-fuck. This guy especially.)
ANYway, when I told him I was assuredly NOT pregnant, he challenged me again, so I offered to (this is gross, but man, was I pissed) show him real-time evidence that I was not. He believed me then. So he prescribed me some skin bleaching creme. This has not done one bit of lightening.
So I finally did what I should have done then - instead of go to the doctor - I asked my mom. She immediately knew what I was talking about and said that I was lucky that the spots hadn't shown up sooner. She said that if I stopped the pill they should fade pretty quickly.
And that leaves me here today, three days with no pill in me, after 7 years and 3 months.
Guess I need to start taking my temperature every day. Luckily, I have my yearly already scheduled so she's going to get an earful from me about this - just asking so many questions, etc.
FUN TIMES.
sigh.
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