It looked like I was rehearsing for a role in a bad medical drama. Clutching my upper left arm and gasping with a terrified look on my face, I would have made an excellent heart attack victim. Actually, I was watching the news, reaching to my upper left arm to feel for my contraceptive implant—gasping at the news that numerous pregnancies had occurred in women who used it.
The newsreader went on to tell stories of women who had had their lives turned upside down by unexpected pregnancies. I began to panic.
I had been almost evangelical about my contraceptive implant, encouraging friends to embrace this long acting reversible contraceptive as an answer to our prayers—no more worries about missed pills or forgotten condoms. I’m not alone: the UK government use it as a powerful tool against Britain’s high teenage pregnancy rate. And now they’re saying it doesn’t work?