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My Wonderful Obsession Part 2: Pill Problems About three weeks after going 'on the Pill', I started ninth grade - my freshman year in high school! I also looked forward to resuming my singing lessons after the summer break. Like I did most school days, at least when the weather was good, I walked to our new school with Kathleen. We talked about the usual back- to-school stuff, like who we hoped would be in whose class this year, and how much we hoped certain people from Middle School wouldn't be there this year, or at least that they wouldn't be in one of our classes. The most annoying people were some boys who seemed to take special delight in mocking other people's flaws, especially any kids who were a bit heavier or a little less attractive than the 'ideal'. There was one particularly bad apple, the ringleader of the group. "I can't stand that Justin Bradford," said Kathleen. "Like, he's such a rude, pompous ass. If he ends up in my class I'm gonna have to transfer to another school to keep from killing him!" I laughed and said "I know what you mean, Kath. He's a real piece of work! His parents are into one of those pyramid marketing things - all they seem to care about is money. Like, whenever Justin opens his mouth he's bragging about how rich they are." "Except for when he's dumping on some poor kid who isn't perfect enough to suit him," Kath pointed out. "If they're so well off, why don't they send him to a private school?" "Cause then they'd have to spend their money on something useful instead of buying expensive cars and houses!" Kath giggled. "Oh well, it's a good thing our families are so poor," I mused, taking her hand. "That's why you and I are such nice, well-adjusted people." Kath laughed out loud at that comment. "Oh, and you're just so very well adjusted, aren't you, Sandy Johnson? I've never met anybody who was so obsessed with their looks, and you're not even a girl! Sometimes I don't know what I'm going to do with you!" "Well, you must be a little weird too, 'cause you picked me for your best friend," I shot back. She winked at me and said "It's 'cause I'm a sucker for a basket case. And you need me to help keep your feet on the ground." We both had a giggle fit for a few seconds, and then Kath changed the subject. "So how's the treatment going? You haven't been keeping me updated, but it kinda looks like your zits are going away." "You think so? I wondered if they were getting better, but maybe it happens so slowly I don't notice." "I'm pretty sure your face is starting to clear up, but it might just be my imagination. How long are you going to keep taking the Pill?" "Well, I'm taking two a day, so I only have enough for another month and a half." "TWO a day! But you're only supposed to take one! Are you noticing any side effects?" "No, I feel just fine. I just wanna make sure the zits go away for good. I can't stand having them!" "Okay, mister obsessive-compulsive. I just hope you know what you're doing." "Kath, please do me a favor and don't tell your Mom I'm taking the Pill. And don't tell my Mom I'm taking two a day. If it really is working, I don't want her to make me stop taking it." "So what happens when you run out? You'll have to tell her then!" "Yeah, but I'm hoping it'll all be over and I won't have any more zits. Your Mom said they were caused by a hormone problem. Maybe I'll be lucky and this'll cure it." "I sure hope so, for your sake," Kath sighed. ***** Kath didn't have to transfer to another school, or kill Justin Bradford. That's because he ended up in MY class, not hers. He seemed to be even worse than he was last year, if that was possible. The first day of classes was only half over and he'd already picked on a guy and two girls who were a little overweight. I was in the corridor near Justin when he insulted a third girl, who was only a little heavy but plain and awkward-looking with too much eyeliner, like a lot of girls in our age group. I guess I stuck my nose in where Justin didn't want it. "Bradford, lay off! She hasn't done anything to deserve your crap," I said. "Johnson, you little fag, why don't you mind your own business?" he barked back. At that moment a teacher was coming around the corner and she immediately lit into him. "Justin, that kind of comment is completely unacceptable! Apologize to Alexander right now!" "Sorry, Alex-ander," Justin said rather unconvincingly, with special dripping emphasis on my androgynous name to twist the knife a little more. I was left speechless after that exchange, so I just turned around and walked away. The girl who was picked on caught up to me and said, "Alexander, thanks for defending me. Most people won't stand up to bullies. I'm sorry you got picked on too. My name's Julia." She stuck out her hand. "Hi Julia, nice to meet you - but it's too bad it wasn't the nicest way to meet," I remarked as I gripped her hand. "You're in my class, aren't you?" "Yeah, you just didn't notice me yet. But you would've sooner or later - I'm a bit of a shit-disturber." "What do you mean?" I asked, a little disbelieving of what I just heard. "Oh, I dunno, trouble just seems to follow me around. Like that thing with Justin." "I'm sure you're a model citizen," I laughed. "And Justin's like, the exact opposite! So don't be too quick to blame yourself for anything he says or does." "Well, anyway you're very kind, and I owe you one, Alexander." "Aw, forget it - that's what friends are for," I volunteered, as I realized that I liked Julia a lot, even if trouble really did follow her around. "And my friends call me Sandy." She stopped me and looked me in the eye. "Well, Sandy, I'm honored to be your newest friend," she said sincerely, and a warm tingle went down my spine at that very moment. ***** Later that evening, something dawned on me that I should have realized a long time before. I had friends of both sexes, but my closest friend was a girl. And so was my newest one, Julia. I could easily imagine Julia becoming a real close friend too. None of my male friends were like that. I didn't really relate well with any of them, and I realized that they were more like casual acquaintances. I could talk to Kath about anything, and did all the time. I'd always assumed it was because we'd grown up together, but my experience that day with Julia told me it was because I just simply related to girls a lot better than I did with boys, and they related to me, too. Oh well, I reasoned, when I got married I probably wouldn't have any trouble relating to my wife. That would be a plus! That night I followed my usual bedtime ritual. I undressed and put on my pajama shorts, then went into my bathroom and stared at my reflection in the mirror while flossing my teeth. When that little chore was complete, I rinsed my mouth with warm water and brushed, then kept the water running and grabbed a clean facecloth, got it wet and squirted a little facial cleanser on it, and proceeded to gently wash my face and neck. Then I rinsed with cold water and patted my skin dry with my hand towel. All of a sudden I realized that my face was noticeably different than it had looked for the past few months - my zits were definitely less obvious! I turned to look at my back in the mirror, and there were almost no red spots at all. To say I was thrilled would be a major understatement! I downed the night's pill, and hopped into bed a very happy and relieved teenager that night, Justin Bradford and his nasty comments notwithstanding. About a week later, Mom and I were having breakfast alone. Phil had an early football practice, so he'd left an hour earlier. Mom broached the subject of my face. "Sandy, is it my imagination, or is your acne finally going away?" "Yes, Mom, it's definitely improving. I guess the Pill really does work. I've only been on it a month now, but my face is already way better than it was." "Well, that's a good thing, isn't it? But how are you feeling - is everything else okay?" "Oh, I feel great. No problems. I'm just really happy that my zits are disappearing, and I hope I never see another one again!" Mom didn't say anything else - she just stared at me with that look of concern that was so familiar to me. ***** The fall weather seemed to appear earlier than ever that year. Maybe it was partly my excitement to get my nice skin back that helped time go by. By early October, the colorful fallen leaves were already swirling around our feet as Kath and I walked to school. She hadn't said anything about the Pill or my zits since that first day of school, and I hadn't said anything either. Kath was about to break the ice. "Okay, Sandy, you might as well admit it - the Pill did the job, didn't it?" "Uh, I guess so," I answered, trying not to sound too thrilled. "My last zit disappeared a couple of weeks ago. Good riddance, too!" "Now all you have to worry about is if they come back when your supply runs out, what, a week or so from now?" "Yeah, maybe I should cut back to one a day so I can buy a little more time," I thought out loud. "The thing is, nothing else worked but the Pill sure did the job." "And you still haven't had any side effects?" "Well, not that I can put my finger on for sure. There one thing that's maybe changed, but I'm not sure how to put it delicately ...." "Oh, just blurt it out - you can tell me anything," Kath said reassuringly. "Umm, well, uh ... you remember how us boys had a sort of private session with the health nurse last year, and how I told you what she said about puberty? I mean, what to expect as we got older?" "Oh, yeah - you mean the part about getting erections and, uh, what was the other part?" Kath was totally unfazed by sticky subjects (please pardon the pun). "The OTHER part was about 'spontaneous ejaculation'," I reminded her, a little embarrassed to be discussing this subject again. "Wet dreams." Kath tried to stifle a giggle, then asked me to get to the point. "Okay, so what's this got to do with the Pill?" "Well, those things were happening to me since the spring, and they seem to have stopped now. It could be because of the Pill, or maybe it's just the way things are sometimes. I dunno." "Well, I could ask my Mom what she thinks," Kath said mischievously. "Oh, please don't mention anything to ANYONE," I pleaded. "I'm almost done with the pills anyway and to tell you the truth I don't really mind not having surprises in the middle of the night. If they're causing my body to behave differently, it'll go back to normal when I'm done and nobody has to know." "All right, I'm on your side, sweetheart," Kath said with a wink. "At least you won't have to worry about getting pregnant for a while!" That last comment lightened the mood considerably, and when I replied in a high girly voice, "Like, my boyfriend will be so excited!" we both erupted in non-stop giggling for at least five minutes. We got some very strange looks from other people we passed on the sidewalk! ***** Mom made another appointment with Dr. Morris as he'd requested, but I had to go by myself because at the last minute she called to say she was at a client's house sorting out some problem caused by one of her employees. She instructed me to tell the doctor that I wasn't taking my prescription, but hers instead. I think she was starting to feel guilty about going along with my idea. So I took the bus and arrived about ten minutes late. I was extremely nervous! The receptionist looked up when I came in, and said "Alexander Johnson?" I nodded, and she continued, "Dr. Morris can only see you for a few minutes; he's running very late with his appointments today." I thought of what Mom had said, and the humor of it calmed my nerves a bit. "That's okay, I think he just wants to know how I'm doing with the prescription he gave me." "Good, why don't you tell me and I'll let him know." Without thinking, I told her that I was doing fine. I sure didn't want to tell HER about my 'private' issues, especially in a crowded waiting room. She nodded, saying "Please take a seat," and walked down the hall. A minute later she was back, and said "Dr. Morris will come out to see you in a few minutes." I grabbed a magazine and started leafing absent-mindedly through the pages from back to front. I don't even remember what the magazine was - it could have been for seniors with dementia for all I know. When I heard the footsteps of someone in a hurry, I looked up and there he was, so I stood up but he said, "It's okay Alexander, you can sit down," and he grabbed the chair next to me, turning it so he could sit facing me. "Sorry, I'm in a bit of a jam today - my examination rooms are all occupied so I hope you don't mind me seeing you out here." At this point, I was so nervous I could barely speak. "Well, your face seems to have cleared up nicely. And you're feeling well?" Dr. Morris prompted. "Oh, I feel great!" I replied, hoping desperately that I wouldn't have to explain why. "All right, well I think we should cut back on the frequency of application, let's say only once each day. And if you don't see any change for the next couple of weeks, you should stop using the cream daily and just apply it as needed, whenever you get a flare-up. Remember, we're talking about a powerful drug, and I'd hate for you to become dependent on it. So there you go - make sure you let us know if anything changes for the worse. Oh, by the way, do you need to get the prescription renewed?" "I think I've got enough to last at least another month", I answered truthfully. "Good - well, I must run now. You take care of yourself Alexander - see you next time." And with that he trotted back down the hall. The receptionist told me I was free to go, and I can say with no exaggeration that I felt like I was walking on air as I left, I was so relieved to have dodged that bullet. Of course, when Mom got home later she wanted to know how it went, and I had to confess that I never followed her instructions. "Sandy, I can't believe you didn't tell him what you were doing. This is getting too complicated! I should never have given you my pills." I could tell Mom had been stressing about the whole thing, and she was probably hoping that by having me 'fess up to Dr. Morris, her guilt feelings would go away. But I was more determined than ever to stay the course. "Mom, I'm sorry, but he didn't give me a chance to say anything." It was only a partial fib. "Anyway, the pills are working for me and I don't have to worry about the side effects he warned us about. Everything's fine." (Another partial fib!) That argument seemed to work, though, and Mom looked away for a moment then looked back and said, "Alexander, I just want you to be healthy and happy. I couldn't live with myself if I did something to hurt you." She had tears in her eyes. I immediately went over and gave her a big hug. "Mom, what you did for me is just wonderful. I love you so much! Everything will be fine." Now I was crying too. Looking back from the present on this episode, I'm not surprised about how far Mom would go for her family. After all, she came from a culture where women treat their husbands and male children like gold, always doing their best to fulfill their every need and wish. Now I realize there's both good and bad in that aspect of her culture - for instance, men get easily spoiled and women are often treated like doormats. Phil was like that sometimes, but only until he got married and his wife read him the riot act. But I was always a little different - along with Mom's looks, I definitely inherited her servant attitude. But, I digress - back to my story: All too soon, my supply of birth control pills ran out, mostly because I kept taking two a day. As I downed the last one, I once again stared at my reflection in the mirror. My face was back to perfect! The pills had done an amazing job. But I'd taken two a day with no breaks for more than two months. I thought about what Kath and I discussed the week before. I hadn't had a wet dream for two months, and before I went on the Pill they were happening a lot more often than that. Did the Pill really stop puberty dead in its tracks? Oh, well, I'd find out soon enough. A couple of mornings later, as I got out of bed and started for the bathroom, my room started spinning out of control. I'd never felt so nauseous before! I fell back on my bed and lay there until the spinning slowed down to something bearable, and didn't dare move a muscle. When Mom stuck her head through my open door to find out why I wasn't up and getting ready for school, I told her I wasn't feeling well. She came over and sat beside me on my bed, looking very concerned. "Sandy, I think you should stop taking my pills right away. You've been on them long enough." "Oh Mom, don't worry - it's probably just the flu or something. I'll just stay in bed today and see how I'm feeling later." I secretly hoped that's all it was. "Well, okay, I'll call the school and let them know you're sick. You just crawl back under the covers right now and try to get some more sleep. Can I get you anything?" "Just a glass of water please," I said weakly. That evening I definitely felt better, but I was sure my dizziness was caused by going off the Pill so suddenly. I wished I could still be taking at least one a day. What really had me concerned was whether the zits would come back. I didn't have long to wait for the answer to that question - only another week or two. The first new one showed up on my chin, and by the time Mom noticed the next evening at dinnertime, there were two more. I knew this part wasn't going to be easy. At least Phil was at football practice, so I wouldn't have to share all my trials and tribulations with him too. I had no idea what he would think but I didn't want to find out either. "Sandy, did you stop taking the pills? The last time you had acne was weeks ago." "Yes, I have, I stopped a while ago," I replied truthfully. "But I have a bit of a confession to make - I, uh, didn't exactly do what you told me, Mom." "What do you mean?" she demanded nervously. "Well, um, I kind of decided to take two pills a day to try and get rid of the acne once and for all. They're all used up." "You did what??" Mom exclaimed in horror. "You don't realize what you've done, honey. You might have damaged your body, right when you were in the middle of puberty. I think we should go see the doctor right away." "Oh Mom, please, do we have to? Everything's fine - I mean everything except these new zits. The pills were great! They're the only thing that worked. If we go back to Dr. Morris he's only gonna give me hell for not using that steroid cream." My eyes started welling up with tears. "He's also going to give me hell for letting you take those birth control pills," Mom lamented, and I was a little surprised that she used the 'H' word. She must have felt as stressed as I did. "Mom, I read all about the Pill and it never said anything about boys not using it for acne. It's the only thing that works on me. I'd do anything to be able to keep taking it." "Honey, you know how worried I am about you. If I let you keep taking it I need to be sure it won't harm you." "Okay, Mom, why don't I photocopy the stuff I found in the library. If you agree with me that there's no problem, can you get me another prescription?" Mom considered her options silently for a minute. "Well, okay, I'm pretty sure I have two or three renewals left on my prescription. But you have to promise me you'll only take one pill a day from now on! Anyway, I really need to see the information first." I was elated! "I'll head over to the library right now. I can finish my homework when I get back." I got up from the table and then stopped, staring in the direction of the dirty cooking utensils while I pondered whether I should be honest with Mom about my 'private' issues. She noticed my hesitation, and said, "It's okay honey, I'll clean up the mess - you just get back as soon as you can." That decided it for the time being, at least. I grabbed my jacket and took off at a jog towards the library. As I passed Kathleen's house, she came to the door and called out after me to stop and wait, then a moment later she emerged from her house with her coat and running shoes on. "Where are we going?" she chirped as we both set off. "To the library to copy some of that stuff on the Pill I told you about. Mom's agreed to get me another prescription if she doesn't see anything scary. Wanna come along?" "Sounds good," Kath said. "Actually that's what I wanted to tell you - I mean, about pills." I slowed down to a walk. "What about pills? Did you find out something bad?" "No, silly, something good! On the weekend Mom and I did a big purge of all kinds of stuff in our house. She had me sort all the prescription drugs we had laying around, so she could take the expired ones to the dropoff at the drugstore. Sandy, there were four packets of old birth control pills. I put them aside for you if you want them. Mom won't know they're not in the box when she drops it off." "Really? But how old are they?" Well, the expiry date says June of '93. That was like two years ago. Dad finally got his vasectomy four years ago, so Mom must have stopped taking them a while after that. But they were in a Tupperware container in the downstairs fridge, so they should still be good." For me this was great news. I could go back on the Pill right away, before my zits had the chance to take over again. And even if Mom didn't get me a new prescription, I'd be okay for a while. "Kath, did I ever tell you you're the best friend a guy ever had?" "Yeah, sure, but I'd say you owe me big time for this one. Maybe I should get you to clean my room for me for the next few years," she chided. "If those pills can keep me from looking like a napalm victim, I'd be willing to do that for the next twenty years!" "Well, I won't be living there that long - my parents plan to marry me off to some rich lawyer. But you could come and keep my new mansion nice and tidy, if you like. You'd look sweet in a maid's uniform!" "Don't overdo it, Kath," I laughed. "Unless you're prepared to guarantee me a lifetime supply of pills, that is." "I'm sure that could be arranged, but I'd have to up the ante a bit. Mmm, let's see - maybe a live-in maid, and you could do the cooking too. How does that sound?" "Well, you certainly make it sound hard to refuse," I replied with mock sarcasm. "But you know how much trouble it could be to have such an attractive servant around the house - your husband couldn't resist fooling around with me, and then you'd have to divorce him, and then you'd end up with all his money ...." "Now YOU'RE overdoing it, sweetie." Kath was now giggling uncontrollably. "Wait, that doesn't sound like such a bad idea after all - let's do it!" "Only if I get half the money," I demanded with a straight face, "and half the mansion!" With that, both of us totally lost our composure. Tears were still streaming down our faces as we strode into the library, arm in arm. I quickly found the articles I'd seen before, and took them to the photocopier. I was sure glad to have Kath along, because in my excitement I'd forgotten to take any money with me for the copier. As she dug in her bag for some quarters, I apologized for sponging off her. Kath waved the back of her hand at me and said pompously, "Not to worry, dear, it will be deducted from your share of the divorce settlement. With interest." That set both of us off again, and we drew a stern reprimand from the librarian behind the counter, who I'm sure was totally mystified as to why two teens were having such a laugh about divorce. I handed Mom the papers when I got back home, and went to my room to study for a test the next day. As I sat down at my desk, I took a critical look around my room, at the color on the walls and the posters, at the bed I'd made up that morning, and the books, knick-knacks and mementos arranged neatly on the bookshelf. There were no clothes laying on the floor, and nothing at all out of place. My God, I thought, I really WAS a neat freak! I don't know exactly when I became one, but all I remember is that I felt claustrophobic if stuff wasn't where it all belonged. None of the other kids I knew were anything like that. No wonder Kath dropped that hint about cleaning her room for her! The next day, Mom told me she'd looked over the copies and didn't see anything that said it was dangerous for a teenage boy to take the Pill, although there were some female-reproduction-specific warnings. Then she looked me straight in the eye and said, "Sandy, I've been giving this whole thing a lot of thought, and I'm willing to keep helping you with your acne. You've always been such a great son and I really appreciate everything you do around the house. So I don't think it would be fair for me to just say no, because I know how much it means to you to look nice. But I need you to promise me that you'll only take one pill a day from now on, and that you'll tell me immediately if you have even the smallest concern with your body. I'll go and get another six months' supply if you can promise me that." "Mom, I promise to do what you asked. Thank you SO much for being so understanding." I gave her a great big hug and said, "I love you Mom!" Now I had a problem. I still hadn't experienced another wet dream, so should I tell her about that? Actually, that change happened before I made my promise. And anyway, to me it wasn't exactly a 'concern,' it was more like a bonus. So I decided I could keep my mouth shut about it without breaking my promise. For a moment I thought about taking one of Mom's pills and one from Kathleen each day, but decided that would be crossing the line. I'd just have to count on one a day to do the job. Kath dropped by that evening with her backpack slung over a shoulder. "Hi Mrs. Johnson," she said as we walked past the door of Mom's home office, where she was doing some paperwork. "Oh, hello Kathleen, how are you?" she said without looking up. "Fine, thanks," was Kath's reply. We went downstairs to the family room, and Kath opened her backpack. She handed me a small ziplock bag with the pills in it, and said, "Does your Mom know about these?" "Of course not, and keep your voice down!" I whispered back. I grabbed the bag and took it straight up to my room, hiding it in my closet behind some stuffed animals. When I returned, Kath said "Sandy, don't you think she should know?" "Yeah, maybe, but she's getting me some more from her own prescription, so what's the difference? I'm just happy that I don't have to worry about zits till next summer." "What are you going to do then, if your zits decide to come back?" she asked. "Oh, I'll bet they do come back, but I'll worry about it then. Mom might be willing to get me another batch. I dunno," I shrugged. "It all depends if I have any reactions or not." "From what you told me, you already did." "Oh, I dunno about that. I'm not worried about it anyhow." "Well, sweetie, you just remember to call your old friend Kathleen if you ever need some expert advice. Any topic!" No conversation with Kath could remain serious for long. I laughed. "I'll remember to do that. And you're so right." "About what?" "About being old!" Kath grabbed a couch cushion and started whacking me with it. "I meant being an expert!" I protested as I grabbed one myself, and we both fell to the carpet giggling and whacking each other. "What an amazing friend Kath is," I thought to myself as I gulped down the first of her pills later that night. We were a lot closer than I was with my own brother. Once again, it hit me that my closest relationships were with females, including my Mom. What was it that made me so different from Phil? Was it because I never knew Dad, and that Dad was there for him for at least a few years? Maybe that was it - I didn't have any adult male role models. Don had been nice to me and even played ball with me and taken me to sports events, but we didn't seem to really click or anything like that. Oh, well, I didn't really feel like I was missing a male influence in my life - I was okay with who I was. I just thought it was kind of interesting. True to her word, Mom delivered my new batch of pills the very next day. She was chatting with me about school at bedtime, and she asked if I was going to take one. "Of course I will," I replied, so I reached for one of the new blister packs and popped one out that was marked "WED", which was today. As I washed it down, I realized that I'd have to finish these new ones before using the ones Kath gave me, otherwise Mom might get suspicious if she ever noticed the number used didn't match the day printed on the package. Or she might notice that I wasn't using enough, or any at all. I'd planned to use up Kath's pills first, since they were already past their expiry date. Mom saw the look of concern on my face, and asked if everything was all right. "Oh, sure, I'm fine, Mom," I said, thinking fast. "I was just thinking about how long these would last me. I'm taking one every day, and there's only 21 in each pack, so that's, uh, let's see ... 126 days. Just four months. You said you can't get another batch for six months, so maybe I should only take them every couple of days, or something like that." "Oh, Sandy, that would be just fine with me. I'd feel a lot better if you weren't taking any more than you had to." "Okay, that's what I'll do, as long as it still keeps the zits away," I said. I know I wasn't being entirely upfront with Mom, but I'd promised her I wouldn't take more than one a day, so if I took one from Kath one day and one from Mom the next day, I'd still be keeping my promise, and I'd use up Kath's pills first. Then I could go back on Mom's pills daily and I'd run out of everything in seven months. Wow! I felt like a genius. To be continued ....