EC = Emergency Contraception = Not for you, or you, or you...
The new mission: I'm going to try and post something new every day. Horribly enough, this showed up on this morning's radar just in time for my resolution to come screaming into effect.
BB of Den of the Biting Beaver has several health problems that preclude the use of most contraception -- she relies on condoms. The condom breaks last Friday, and she panics for a moment before remembering about EC, the morning-after pill. So yay, right?
"Well see," he begins, his voice dropping a little, "the problem is that you have to meet the doctor’s criteria before he'll dispense it to you."
"Criteria?" I question.
"Well," the nurse sounds decidedly nervous as though what he really wanted to do was hang up the phone completely, "Yes, his criteria. I mean...ummm...well, are you ok? Is there any, ummm....trauma?" he asks me.
My face changes expression and I hurry to explain, "No, no" I said, "No. I haven't been raped. This was consensual sex."
"Oh..." he trails off.
I wait expectantly.
"Well, ummm....*clears throat*...So you haven't been raped?" he asks again.
"No. I have not been raped. The condom broke". I state, becoming very frustrated at this point and wondering what the hell is going on.
"Ok, well ummm....Are you married?" he mumbles the words so low I can barely hear them.
Suddenly I get this image of the poor nurse standing at the hospital reading from a cue card that was given to him by a doctor.
"No." I state plainly. "I am not married. I've been in a relationship for several years and I have three children, I don't want a fourth." I respond tersely.
"Oh, I see." He says and then he hurries on, "Well, see. *I* understand. I want you to know that I understand what you're saying. But see, the problem is that we have 4 doctors here right now but only one of them ever writes EC prescriptions. But see, the thing is that he'll interview you and see if you meet his criteria. Now, I called the pharmacy but I also talked to him and well....*clears throat*....you can come down and try to get it. You know, if you meet his criteria he'll give you a prescription, I mean, there's really no harm in trying." the nurse trails off, his voice falters as I realize what I'm being told.
As of today, BB still doesn't have EC, and I'm not even sure she can take it at this point.
Additional data point for today's rage: What the hell is this?
I opened the phone book again and called the Urgent Care in my county. Who knows, maybe they'll do it for me. "No," the nurse said, "We don't prescribe the abortion pill here".
"No, wait I'm not asking for the abortion pill. I'm asking for EC!" I say, "It's not the same thing."
"Well, we use the words interchangeably here. Sorry, we don't prescribe it". She all but races to get off the phone with me.
Ah, yes, so very interchangeable. Is this misinformation just the result of poor sexual education? Probably not, no.
What it comes down to is this: your health doesn't matter -- your available resources don't matter -- your choice doesn't matter. Sometimes, other people own you. And in the virgin/whore dichotomy being presented by the medical personnel of BB's Ohio, any one of us is just a step away from whoredom.
EC goes over the counter in Ohio after January 1st. Too late for BB, though. I wonder how many others it will be too late for.