Lady troubles

I’m in a shitty mood. I’ve always thought myself pretty immune to the side effects of birth control pills, but I’m starting to wonder if I’m over estimating myself. Lately every time I’m hit with “the curse” I find that by the evening hours I’m prone to angry outbursts, on the verge of tears, and pretty much feeling all around suicidal. For the past few months I’ve taken these reactions as the norm for most menstruating ladies, but in the light of recent conversations I’ve had about birth control I’m wondering if this is a chemically induced funk. My friend Amber suggested I switch to The Ring.

I’m sure that once the movie came out the manufacturers of this ominous sounding form of birth control were really kicking themselves, or perhaps they saw it as free advertising—who knows how these things work. Anyway, The Ring is a new contraption. It’s a little ring that you stick up your cootch. It slowly emits hormones—the same as in The Pill, but in lower doses I think. After three weeks you take the thing out so you can get your period. You throw it away and after a week put in a new one.

Just when you thought birth control couldn’t get freakier they come up with something like this. Well, apparently there are less side effects than with The Pill and you don’t have to worry about remembering to take it everyday.

So now I’m wondering, should I switch to The Ring, despite it’s weirdness, or just stick with what I’ve got? I have to admit there’s something cathartic about the outbursts, but it also kind of sucks. The thing is, getting your period sucks no matter what—and I’m not about to start taking that drug that keeps you from getting it but once a year—talk about fucking with nature. For now I think I’m just going to hole up in my room and wallow.