I hate losing things, and I have lost several things lately. First my credit card. I lost this during a rare drunken evening (I guess that’s why I don’t drink much these days!), but I guess that’s just a casualty of a fun night out. And it’s easily replaced so I guess it’s not too bad, just a slight inconvenience. Yeah, my credit card company ROCKS.
Apparently not all lost items are that easily replaced. Take for instance my birth control.
I bought a new pack last Sunday and started taking it that day. For some (stupid) reason, I didn’t put the pack in my medicine cabinet. Instead, I put it back in the box it came in. Then I left this box on the kitchen counter. Monday night rolls around and I go to take the next pill.
But where did it go?
I searched high and low, basically tearing my apartment upside down. Is it in the bathroom in a random drawer? No. In the closet? No. My purse? No. Did I throw the box in the recycling? Nope, it’s not in there. Did I throw it in the trash? Wait…we took the trash out last night. Oh SHIT. It must have been in the trash bag, which was thrown down the trash chute. The one that leads to the trash compactor. FUCK.
Tuesday morning I called up the pharmacy.
“Hi. I need to re-order my birth control”
“This was just refilled 2 days ago.”
“I know. I lost it. I need a new one”
“Your insurance isn’t going to cover that since you just bought one 2 days ago”
“OK fine. I just need more. How much is this going to set me back?”
“$85″
“What if I buy the generic?”
“$65″
FUCK.
So now I have a situation on my hands. These are the only options I can think of:
A) Suck it up and spend $85
B) Pay $65 and get the generic, which is less money wasted, but there’s a chance my body could get messed up. At least I’ll be protected from the pregnancy virus.
C) Go off the pill for a month and use a different method. Saves some money, but will definitely mess with my body.
D) Take this as a sign from God that I should have a child.
I went with A, and J went halvsies with me. So only $42.50 down the trash chute.
So fast forward 2 weeks. Before I continue this story, it should be noted that I keep the inside of my car tidy. Not in the sense that it’s Mr. Clean clean, but more in the sense that I don’t store stuff in my car. Like my trunk is almost always empty, I don’t have random papers or garbage or any stuff floating around the inside of the car. Like I said – tidy.
So yesterday J and I were going somewhere, and I drove. It was quite an anomaly that there was something on the passenger seat, as well as the floor of the passenger side. I had J move all that stuff so he could sit in the car comfortably. Then while stopped at a light I got curious. What was in that Target bag that was on my passenger seat? I made Jeremy open it. Contents of the bag:
1 pair of tights that I intended to return to Target
1 roll of packing tape (hey I have a steady eBay business! LOL)
1 box of birth control pills, with only one pill missing.
HOLY SHIT. That’s right ladies and gentlemen – THIS is why I don’t keep shit in my car. Because stuff like that costs you $85
Kelsey 
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