In the course of 3 I had one caretaker. And so he temptingly told about the joys of sex without a gondon, that I, a fool in love, went to the doctor (in a very even state clinic) for pills. and what? I was assigned such a number of tests (a smear for infection, blood for hormones, and even at a strictly defined time of the cycle) that while I passed it all, it turned out that my narrowed is a normal dumb, and even with the entire zoo in trousers. Thanks to the doctor. And among my acquaintances there is no one who would immediately get a prescription for pills. And you say, they write out everybody.