...And I think it has/had something to do with privatized parts of our postal systems. Privatization can take a while to iron out wrinkles and cross-country routes.
Dear Steven and R.G. were totally baffled the first time it happened to me, and bent over backwards trying to put it right.
The second time I missed an order, it never did arrive, because we had moved, about a month after ordering, and the new tenants didn't bother to forward it!
Neither incident had anything to do with the company!
Now I simply order at least a month before I will need it, and once I ordered an extra round to keep for four months in the fridge. Dh and I just shared this round, and it seemed even more potent than usual.
That gave us an extra two weeks in our waiting period. Sadly, our postal system needed that extra waiting period.
However, we weren't anxious as we had the refrigerated round to begin on.
In any case, 90 days is a MINIMUM in-between time; we have the 'in-between' herbals if we need them; and one day we will be going to TWICE a year, instead of THREE times, I believe.
(I compare my parasite symptoms to the days 'Before Humaworm', and I see that I am becoming a new and much younger girl. And smarter! Let anyone within 50 feet of me ask a parasite-related question, and then duck!)
I remember when the Canadian Post Office first got machine sorting. They proudly announced next-day delivery of letters, anywhere in Canada.
Soon, however, someone realized that there was money to be saved by cutting the number of postal employees, and even by closing small post offices. Next-day delivery was only one of the services to fall.
Once, a lawyer was late in handling the papers to us for the sale of a property. Complicating this was the fact that the post office had decided to send all the out-of-town Vancouver mail to Winnipeg (!) for sorting. Which meant that the lawyer's letter to us (with all the papers for us to sign) took ten or twenty days to travel 350 miles.
The farming couple who held our mortgage on the land, were splitting, and the husband had taken a job far away, and he had another man waiting to drive him there the moment the papers were signed and in the lawyer's office.
There was no way I could, in good conscience, put those papers back into the hands of the post office...to be sent back to Winnipeg for mail sorting. (See a map.)
So, I put my four-year-old into the back of the car, and made my first long-distance drive, to Vancouver.
I will not describe the driving scares we had.
Oh boy, was I angry, once I got there! And, it was raining.
The lawyer begged pardon, as he was moving his offices to fancy new ones, and the papers had hidden at the bottom of a file basket. He also told me he had to pay a thousand dollars per week to his staff...while I was counting the $200 armchairs, etc., scattered around his new offices.
His offer was to waive his fee, to me...$50.
I was young, so I let him off the hook with that.
But, I never forgot.
Then the parcel delivery companies jumped into the game. $$$!!!
I could tell you horror stories till the cows come home. But the conclusion is most important...things behind the scenes are NEVER the same as they are made to appear...unless you get a peach.
A peach is someone who cares, and does his or her level best.
R.G., and his crew, are peaches. I know this from first-hand experience...and I've 'been around' long enough to know.
Find yourself a system, like ordering early, and trust.
Anxiety may be caused by critters, themselves, in any case...as far as I can tell.
And treasure every bit of worthy hand-work done in the systems that sustain you. (Although, watch out for unions demanding excessive pay. Sometimes their demands are only making work, and votes, for union management.)