While ringing out a female patient somewhere between ages 18 and 30 the other day, I highlighted a note from the pharmacist on her bag encouraging her to use a "back up method" if she's taking HBC while on Augmentin.
"Don't even worry about it," she said, handing me her keys for the store loyalty card.
"It's just that the way this is absorbed can affect how your birth control works. We want to help you avoid a surprise pregnancy is all," I said, and gave her a total.
I completely missed the rainbow key chain she still had in her hand. I also completely missed that the girl standing beside her talking on the phone was leaning on her shoulder with a hand in her back pocket until they both sort of chuckled and rolled their eyes at each other.
It took me way to long to realize "don't even worry about it" may have meant that she didn't have a partner capable of impregnating her in the first place.
That's how out of it these past weeks have made me. I don't even know a lesbian couple when they snuggle in front of my counter.