Sex comes with risks, and for me, pregnancy is one of them. I’ve taken a morning after pill three times (looking at you Boys One, Eight and Twelve). I remember the first time I wrote down ‘morning after pill’ on a form, I felt mortified. The receptionist crossed it out and wrote ‘emergency contraceptive pill’ in its place, its proper name.
I was able to get it for free at my pharmacy, but thanks Boy Eight (and only Boy Eight) for offering to pay. Getting access to a free one was hard on weekends. Most of the pharmacies were closed and the open ones had massive queues. If I’d known that before I would have taken your money.
Boy Twelve you walked with me to the pharmacy to get the morning after pill, which was the right thing to do. The pharmacist wasn’t in so I went on the Monday first thing, as soon as it opened. I had to take it there and then in the consultation room.
Late for work and a little woozy, I tried to slip in subtly and sit quietly at my desk. When I opened my laptop, Otis by Jay Z and Kanye blared out. The laptop had lost its charge whilst I’d been on YouTube days before. Smooth. But awkward moments pass quickly enough.