The hour after

The morning-after pill.
A single pill, designed to stop unwanted pregnancies from happening.
You take within the first 72 hours of having unprotected or contraception-failed sex and the sooner you take it, the less likely it is that you'll get pregnant.
If it does not work and you do get pregnant, there is a higher chance that you will have an ectopic pregnancy; the baby is born in the fallopian tubes outside of the womb.
For a low percentage of women, bad side effects can hit within the first three hours of taking the tablet, a girl I know said she felt like dying and for a moment thought she would be better off just having the child instead of going through such excruciating pain; the headaches, nausea, exhaustion.
I had to take this frightful pill. It was an hour after we had desperately travelled around town, trying to find a place, secluded enough for us to uh.. have fun, we had be so active the whole day we just hadn't let it out, it was building up in a tingling rush, so it happened. At the chemist you have to fill out a form, when you last had sex, when your last menstruation was, the reason as to why you need the pill, what form of contraception you usually use, if you have any health problems, etc. It was easier than I thought, I expected a woman with glasses stooping on the edge of her nose with the floral chain hanging around her neck, a greying-frizz pulled back into a tight bun, and chemically whitened teeth bulging out of her mouth, pine cone lips. Her frown lines would deepen when I told her what I was there for and she would look at J, up and down in disgust. Instead of this vision, a young woman with a long face and silky, black, shoulder length hair with a wide smile helped us. She informed me with all the percentages and what-ifs, how, when's and why. I walked out of there, soon enough I was in my bathroom, sitting down on the ledge of the bath, feet feeling the cold tiles and holding a large plastic, blue cup full of water.
I said a 'prayer' as such, I explained everything to myself, or whatever other presence there may have been with me.
It was one tablet, three hours.


Three hours later I was exhausted.. but that was it.
I was intensely moody (my guess is that it was from the intensity of the hormones I drank) but I just wanted to sleep, more and more and more. My feelings towards different topics fluctuated several times as I thought and I couldn't really trust myself to hold any real opinion, or at least, not to project it as I usually would have.
I woke up in the morning and I had a particular smell. It was not at all pleasant, but I was sure it was purely because of the pill and it did fade, but throughout the day I smelt last-nights presence. As sickly forward this sub-topic is.
So what I'm getting at, is that it's something I would prefer not going through again, yet at the same time it wasn't as bad as I had expected. I had worked up the thought of it much more than the actual fact of it.
It was necessary.


Two people, one moment.
I don't regret a thing.
When no harm is done, an experience is an experience, right?
Right.



Now onto schooling.. a completely different post.