Birth Control...Opposite Direction?

Birth control is a lot of fun. Really. First of all, I love the way it reeks havoc on my already sensitive stomach. And, second, I now have an excuse for being so mean.

"Stickybuns, it must be the pills. I'm sure of it."

Originally, I was going to fill the prescription at good ol' Walmart. Cause it's a one-stop shop. However, I was totally dismayed to find out that it would take three hours to fill the script. Are you kidding me? I can wander around Walmart for a good hour, but for three? I might as well start working there. Plus side, then I'll get to wear the sweet vest with the ultra-sweet lettering on the back saying, "How can I help you?" To be a rebel, I'd take a black sharpie and place the word NOT in the appropriate place. I'm sure I'd get some glares. And then blame it on the pills.

"Listen, granny, I'm sure you'll be able to locate the denture adhesive yourself. Think health. Think teeth. Think toothpaste. I'm sure you'll get there eventually."

I ended up filling my script at CVS. Only a 15 minute wait. Had the hubby check before I drove myself across the street. Because that would have been torture.
Didn't know until I spoke with pharmacist that I would be on this continuously. Meaning...no break. Ever. Well, for awhile. I'm excited at the prospect of a missed visit from Aunt Flo. I might have a party. Invitations to be sent out soon.
You would think that birth control is the opposite direction. And you are correct my genius friend. The FD (fertility doc) is attempting to suppress the endometriosis growths. In a couple of weeks, I'll have to take a LUPRON shot. That dilemma is for another post.
Until then...continuous BC.