As a single mom, struggling to hold on to hopes and dreams, those birth control pills are like little baby Jesuses. Every time I joyously pop one into my mouth, I feel a little closer to God--like I've been saved. I NEVER forget to take my pill, but life does sometimes get in the way and has the potential to become the world's worst cock block.
One day, I was rushing to the train and my phone alarm went off alerting me to take my pill. I was walk-jogging and pushing the pill out of its plastic covering simultaneously. As I felt that sweet little pill touch my palm, my mouth began salivating and my uterus contracting for its daily fix. When I looked down, my pill was no longer in my palm. It was gone! I stopped dead in my tracks. I needed that pill! If I didn't take that pill, any wandering penis could show up and get me pregnant again! I wasn't alone in my horror. A man saw the birth control pill pack clutched in my right hand and the terror on my entire face. He yelled, "YOU GOTTA FIND THAT PILL!" I screamed, "I KNOOOWWWW!" We both started scanning the sidewalk. It was dark. The street was crowded. My eye sight isn't great and I was in a panic. Those pills are so tiny, but do so much. This couldn't be happening!
I felt like a drug addict must feel when they're out of money and options, but they find just enough meth to hold them over and right when they're about to consume it, they drop that crystal in some mysterious crevice of the floor. I was shaking. I was sweating, yet I felt so cold. What seemed like an entire human incubation cycle later, but was really about one minute, I found it. I saw my little baby Jesus pill just sitting there nestled between two cement squares of sidewalk. I quickly, but delicately picked it up and immediately placed it in my mouth and swallowed it like it was water in a desert. There was probably homeless-guy-piss and 18-year-old-drunken-throw-up on the ground where that pill was. I didn't care. I got my pill.
That man who helped me? We looked each other in the eyes, nodded and parted ways. No words were needed. We both felt secure in the knowledge that no babies were going to be made that night. At least not by us.