Yesterday I received a series of text messages from the specialty pharmacy. When they orinally set me the medicine, they signed me up for text refills. Your refill is coming tomorrow! Text Y to confirm! You need to be at your house in order to sign for it!

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I do not trust the specialty pharmacy at all. Not one little bit. I never received another text assuring me that the medicine is really coming. I never received a tracking number. So I called them this morning at 6am my time (when their offices open). Nope, the medicine was not coming today. But it will come tomorrow! They promise! They claim that they are shipping it to my office, so I don’t need to stay home and wait for it.

The last time I received medicine, I received a text from FedEx with the tracking number. So far, no text from FedEx.

I’ll probably call them tomorrow to see what is up, since they seem to be unable to carry out the basic functions of being a mail-order pharmacy.

When I was getting the run-around for my first dose, I was really annoyed about the whole thing. Medical science had brewed up this magical cure produced by Chinese hamsters, and I wanted in on it! The early studies were very promising. So many people felt so much better! These magical antibodies did something science-y with a recepter that might be the same type of recepter that has something to do with the medicines that make the headaches go away (but that take a while to work and that can only be taken nine days per month).

If this were a drug study rather than the actual drug being on the market, I would be telling everyone who would listen that I suspected that I were part of the placebo part of the study. I had no headaches at all for the first seven days after I gave myself the shot, and I was really excited about that. But then they came back with roughly the same frequency as usual. They seem to be not as bad. They seem to go away on their own without having to take the medicine. But I’m still getting a lot of headaches.

So I have stopped caring quite so much about whether the specialty pharmacy sends me the magical antibodies that I need to stab myself with.