Someday, I will write an entry where I am not bitching and moaning, I promise.
Today is not that day.
I'm nearing the end of my second month of Birth Control Pills, Brand 8,462 -- really, I think it's somewhere in the neighborhood of 18, but you may understand why I've lost count -- and I'm kind of hating them. I've not had a blood- or cramp-free day since I went on them, and the situation is getting worse, not better. My underwear, my uterus, and my general irritability level are not pleased.
Under normal circumstances, I'd wait out pack three just to be sure. However, due to holiday travel, the end of my next pack will find me 2,000 miles from my health care provider and my regular pharmacy. Because I have little hope of the situation correcting itself (I've been on this brand of pills before) and no desire to deal with the side effects into a fourth pack, I'm thinking of calling my health care provider Wednesday (the next day she's in the office) to see if she'd agree to writing me a new scrip early. Hopefully, if I start a new type closer to the beginning of the month, I'll at least know what I might feel side-effect-wise by the time I'm traveling for the holidays. At best, I may even be over the worst of them by then; at worst -- knowing how HBC tends to affect me -- I'm not likely to be terribly worse off than I am now.
Thinking about said phone call brought me to another fun realization. I've been with my current NP a relatively short time -- about as long as I've been on these pills -- so she doesn't necessarily know the details of my HBC history. I was checking out
this in order to let her know the different brands of HBC I've already tried. With the exception of Lybrel and Yaz, which don't have generic equivalents and therefore aren't affordable for me (thanks, insurance!), I've discovered that I've tried
all of the 20 and 30mcg options. (Since I use HBC to skip bleeds and can only get one pack at a time, a triphasic type doesn't seem like the best of options for me.)
I feel kind of... odd about this. I've been saying for a while now that I've been running out of both contraceptive and period pain choices. But it's one thing to kind of say it in the abstract and another to be basically checking off entire categories of HBC options. There is, of course, a part of me that wonders why I keep putting myself through this, but then there's another part that says, "Well, what else are you going to do?" And I do have an answer for that, but endometrial ablation (if I can bully my insurance into covering it for me) plus Essure sterilization aren't places I'm really ready to go quite yet.
... Yuck. While typing those last couple of paragraphs, the never ending joy that is breakthrough bleeding sent me another reminder of its presence. Brown gunk of the "Oops, I crapped my pants" variety of BTB has made its way from my vagina, partially through my underwear, and onto the inside seam of my jeans.
(You can tell I've been a VP member for too long because I don't even remotely consider the possibility that anything may be TMI for some folks until after I've already put it on the screen.)Which, you know, is making the nausea I expect from a 35mcg pill look more inviting. Plus, loading up on Dramamine so I'm too drowsy and spacey to really understand what "holidays with the family" entails has its advantages. ;)