So I called the Pfizer help line to have someone walk me through the cartridge-change process. Genotropin didn't squirt quite so vigorously all over my kitchen table this time, but a whole lot more than one or two drops came out.
No one could figure out why this was happening. I suggested that pressure could be building because the meds are sent up to altitude. We are only at 6,200 feet but it can definitely make a difference in strange things, like yogurt occasionally flying out of the newly-opened container, or needing to make those side-of-the-box high altitude adjustments to baking. But I don't think the Pfizer people really gave that idea any credence. Their solution: send me a new pen.
Okay. We'll give it a try. Why not. I'm not sure how much the meds cost aside from our monthly co-pay, but the endocrinologist told us that no one goes on them unless insurance covers it because the cost is prohibitive. So I will play along and do my best not to waste any precious formula.
After all, if it's a contest between who I'd rather see grow, Natasha or the kitchen table, she wins hands down.
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