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This is not the red I was expecting

If you are a boy and have a weak stomach, stop here. You have been warned.



This might be TMI for a blog, but I have a nugget of advice.
CHECK THE SIDE EFFECTS OF ANY DRUG YOU ARE TAKING.
I repeat.
CHECK THE SIDE EFFECTS OF ANY DRUG YOU ARE TAKING.
Whether it be over the counter, prescription, found on the street, bought from a dealer...you get it. In my case, birth control.
Want to know how my morning started? I will tell you.
I woke up to my period. Again. This is the third period since I got back to Boston and the fourth one this year. IT IS FEBRUARY. YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE FOUR GIFTS FROM MOTHER NATURE BY FEBRUARY.
Ok fine. Something is wrong. And everyone has been telling me this for months. But I'm a Katie and Katies don't listen, we suck it up until the breaking point. This was my breaking point.
So I call and make them squeeze me into an appointment, which they do, thank God.
Meanwhile, I get on the internet and do a little research.
Low and behold. Did you know that my birth control is one of the ONLY ones to CAUSE acne!?
Do you know what I've been fighting since last June?
ACNE.
I have had every cream, face wash, pill, and mask that CVS has. I have popped, prodded, pleaded, and scrubbed. I have been to the dermatologist and student health. I have endured countless criticisms from my mother and grandmother revolving around my face decorations.
ALL BECAUSE OF MY BIRTH CONTROL.
This is the world's worst medication ever. The whole reason I went on it in the first place was to reduce my acne and get regular - and it's done neither.
So I got it fixed and got on a new one. Hopefully now I'll start making more blood than I lose - what a disturbing thought. I don't even want to know my iron levels right now.
Oh and now my desk drawer looks like I'm some sort of undercover drug dealer, I've never seen so many packs of birth control, antibiotics, and pretty looking pills that aren't tic tacs.

And now I'm going to go study for my 3 exams I have this week.

Happy Valentine's Day.

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