I am vigilant about taking "the pill." Right before I got married, I forgot to bring my birth control with me shopping. When I realized my mistake, I was frazzled. I sped to meet my kind dad in a random parking lot, so he could give me my prescription. As you can see, birth control is no joke to me.
I have an alarm set on my phone and it goes off daily. In case you're wondering, I do adjust the time I take my pill with day-light savings for added security. Even my kids are aware of my "medicine." Just yesterday, I heard James say it was time for my "birth control." I didn't know he was familiar with that phrase. Some of my friends casually say, "oh, I just take the pill when I get ready for bed and the time varies every night." If you can live like that, more power to you!
Right before Christmas, I was frantically packing presents and an overnight bag to go to my parent's house. There was a lot to do. I took my pill that morning (at 11:30am to be precise), but later couldn't find it anywhere. My little container of pills should be in one of two places: a basket on our kitchen table, or a specified pocket in the diaper bag. I searched and cleaned and prayed. Nothing. I had Andrew look. No luck. I checked everywhere... the trunk of my car, the piano, shoes, the dryer, you name it. I don't typically lose things and this was frustrating for me. Eventually, I decided to get a new prescription.
Fast forward about 2 weeks (I had nearly forgotten about the said missing pills) and I got a phone call from an unknown number. Luckily, I answered. It was a librarian. "We found some medication in one of the books you returned. I think it's birth control. Is it missing?" Talk about humiliating and random! What were my pills doing for 2 weeks? I know books go into quarantine when you return them, but it's only for a couple of days... And how could my pills possibly have ended up in one of my books!?
I was thrilled knowing that a month of my birth control pills didn't go to waste... I can push off my annual OBGYN appointment one more month which is a big win. I was less thrilled about going to retrieve my pills at the library. I went while James was in preschool, so I didn't have to explain myself and answer endless questions. I think I can confidently say Izzy was oblivious to what went on.
When I walked into the library, a nice man dashed ahead of me to hold the door open for me. I had seen him get out of a fancy, extremely expensive car in the parking lot. (I wanna say a Porsche, but it was way out of my league, so who knows?) It turns out that we both needed to talk to a librarian and I was now first, since he so graciously opened the door. He was definitely within earshot when the librarian, Ms. Valerie asked, "What can I help you with?" I shyly said: "I'm here to pick up something from the lost and found." When she asked me what, I froze. I didn't want to admit with this man right next to me that I desperately needed my birth control pills. Fortunately, I eventually said: "Someone called and said I left some medication and it should be labeled with my name."
Ms. Valerie returned with a sly grin on her face and my pills in her hand. I've never fled the library so quickly. Of all the librarians it could have been, why did it have to be her!? I know Ms. Valerie the best. She is the "wee-read" story-time teacher and we were faithful attendees pre-covid. Will our next encounter be awkward? Of course. Will she ever forget? Doubtful.
Backup about a year or so and I was juggling mom life with 2 young kids. We were at story-time and I was flustered passing out fruit snacks and trying to prevent tears. On our way into the library, we returned some books. We were finally somewhat situated and semi quiet next to friends awaiting the start of story-time. I was feeling pretty proud of myself, UNTIL... A librarian came into the room holding up one of the books I'd just returned. She came over to me and said I left my bookmark inside the book. She noticed that it had some personal passwords and information on it, so she didn't just want to throw it away. I was mortified. You better believe I made a special folder labeled passwords later that day. I also now have a dedicated book mark, so that will never happen again. Although, who am I to say? Apparently birth control pills make a great bookmark.
The library is an integral part of my life, but now it has become an intimate part of my life. Birth control pills, passwords, and who knows what else can be found there? Next time something goes missing, I know where I'll look first. And I hope it's something less awkward than birth control..