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The condom broke, came off, or in some other way malfunctioned. He was behind me and I couldn't tell he wasn't using one. We just got carried away and he didn't pull out in time. I forgot to take my birth control. I had an appointment to get on the pill, but we didn't wait.
There are a whole slew of reasons a woman might find herself in need of a morning after pill; emergency contraception; Plan B. But unless you have Plan B already waiting in your medicine cabinet, it is highly unlikely you'll get your hands on a morning-after pill the morning after.
I am a middle-class 29-year-old mother of three, living in the Midwest, who sees a physician regularly. I have kept up on the news about Plan B's availability over the counter at major drug stores. In my line of work, I regularly tell teens and young adults to always use protection, and tell girls of reproductive age who aren't so into the whole reproduction thing that they should be on birth control.
I encouraged young women and men to seek Plan B if their contraceptive method failed or they forgot to use contraception, telling them it was easy to obtain. But was it?
On a Tuesday morning at 7 a.m., I set out to discover just how easy it would be for me to get my hands on some emergency contraception. It all started with a web search.
Google: Plan B, Wisconsin, Over the Counter
My Internet search lead me to the Plan B website, which was helpful in telling me how the medication worked and what to expect after taking the two twelve-hour staggered doses of the hormone used in birth control pills at a super concentrated dose. When it came to where I could find the medication, I expected a zip code look up function. When I saw that no such function existed, I started to call the local pharmacies.
The sweet sounding girl who answered the phone, didn't know what the hell I was talking about, and then ran off to ask the pharmacist, told me that I needed to get a prescription from my doctor. Given that I had just read that Plan B was available over-the-counter, this seemed strange to me, but given that this pharmacy indubitably deals with such requests frequently, I took the girl's word for it. I called my primary physician's office.
"Does Dr. M have any openings today?"
"Why, yes, he sure does," responds the receptionist. "And your name? Okay, Nikol, what do you need to see him for today?"
"Contraception. Birth Control. It is urgent that I see him today."
"Hmm. Will you hold please? I don't think we ... I mean, appointments are ... "
So I hold. I listen to a soothing bit of elevator music and a woman talking about proper nutrition. Just as I am really getting into it and considering if my calcium supplement is really that great, the receptionist breaks back in.
"Sorry, Nikol. We don't have openings for that purpose today. I can get you in to see him in, oh, two weeks."
"I'd be happy to do that, but for right now I need to know if he can call in a prescription for Plan B for me."
"What's Plan B?"
"Emergency contraception."
A moment passes where I hear her take this in. It sounds as if she may have breathed in a bit of potato chip. There is some coughing, but not the hearty, openly hacking kind. I am wondering why she is eating potato chips so early in the morning, and thinking of referring her to the hold message so she can better understand the importance of a proper breakfast. Then I realize she is making that noise due to mental discomfort.
"Ohhh. Oh. Oh, well then I will get this message to him right away. Yes, right away."
She seems lost, so I think for her.
"Do you need to know which pharmacy to call and the best number to reach me at? And should we go ahead and schedule that follow up so I don't have to bother you with this call again?"
"You still want to?"
I am silent. Does she think I am strictly an emergency kind of woman? Does she think I wanted to just give her a jingle every time I had a semen mishap? Perhaps she and I will get familiar with this process. I can imagine dialing her up. "Hey, Janine. It's me. You know who, silly! Yes, it is that time of month again. Oh, stop it. Stop it! You'd love this one. A real cutey."
See more stories tagged with: reproductive rights, emergency contraception, plan b, access
Nikol Hasler is the host of the informational comedy podcast Midwest Teen Sex Show.
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