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After being on the pill for about six years I was recently sure that I was making a terrible decision. I already inject synthetic hormones into my body to survive, I surely don’t need to be swallowing them on a somewhat irregular basis. (I can seem to remember to poke my finger and shoot up 5-6 times a day, but taking a pill on a somewhat consistent time basis is like climbing Mount Fuji for me.) I decided that I would get an IUD. Thus began ye olde Google search for all things scary and horrifying about medical procedures. I was convinced that after the IUD was inserted it would instantly perforate my uterus, and if not that then my body would reject it, or something else that happens to a tiny, tiny percentage of the female population that ever gets one. So after a glass of champagne at home at 2pm and some Valerian root, a sweet friend picked me up to take me to the appointment that I was 45% certain was going to result in catastrophe. It was fine. It wasn’t enjoyable by any means but all my goods are in tact, and without any puncture wounds from tiny copper wires. I’ve noticed a balancing out of my blood sugar levels, which I don’t know if that has anything to do with the removal of hormones, or any of the other changes in life that happen to us all the time. In the wake of the SCOTUS decision to allow employers to deny coverage for methods of BIRTH CONTROL that they claim to be abortifacients I am so angry/sad/disgusted/perplexed/and everything between. I will not be purchasing puff paint from Hobby Lobby anymore.