Last September, my body reacted to the pill that I was taking. This was massively frustrating for me as it was the fourth different pill that I had tried and I thought that I had finally found a type of contraception that worked for me having reacted to everything in the past. Unfortunately it was a relationship set to fail, and I found myself waiting in the rather cramped reception area of my local sexual health clinic to get the copper coil fitted.
[Can we just take a minute here to discuss how revolting inner city sexual health clinics are?!]
So anyway, I get the copper coil fitted as it’s a non hormonal contraceptive option, and the process of getting it fitted is a small form of torture but it meant that a) I’m protected against pregnancy until I’m 29 and b) no more migraines.
The doctor told me that the potential side effects could include painful periods and that they could be heavier for the first six months, but aside from that it would be my body’s natural rhythm doing its thaaaaang. So from that I obviously assumed that after six months any side effects that I might experience would be gone.
I was wrong.
It’s 8 months down the line and whenever I’m due on I essentially turn into a dragon. Poor Joseph is a saint for putting up with me – I eat everything in existence, spend days on end spooning a hot water bottle, become the cliche moody, crying at everything girl, and essentially feel like I need to birth something. After three or four days of complete agony, I then eventually I come on and have perhaps two weeks of normality before it all starts again.
I’ve also found that since having the coil fitted, every month I’m due on my anxiety gets so much worse. I second guess everything in my life, how I feel about everything and everyone, I over analyse and drive myself absolutely insane. Just to top off the joy, my cycle is completely all over the place and I can be anything up to three weeks late every month which makes it impossible to actually know when it’s going to happen.
So basically, the coil 8 months on is the same as every other form of contraception I’ve tried so far (and I’ve tried every kind)…a total nightmare. It’s at this stage that I’m beginning to question whether in fact this is my body trying to tell me I should be celibate for the rest of my life but as that is clearly not going to happen I kinda feel like the coil is the best of a bad bunch and maybe I should stick with it until a better option comes along.
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