I received word a week or so ago that my former employer, a big corporation, is no longer willing to offer a prescription plan with my retirement insurance. So, they're dumping all of us onto Medicare Part D. "But, not to worry! "Here's a phone number you can call and they will answer all your questions and solve all your problems, and when they get through with you, you will automatically be enrolled in Part D." Happy, happy.
(Hmmm. By the way, I seem to be typing on a new Blogger format. Or, am I crazy? Don't answer that!)
Now, where was I? Oh, yes, Medicare Part D. In my younger days, I used to embrace change. I loved change. So exciting. Such an adventure. But, now that I am old, change just confuses me and makes me nervous.
So, I decided to take them up on their offer, and called the company that is going to solve all my problems. And, much to my surprise, it seems that it's so far so good.
I spoke to a young man who talked so fast, I had to keep saying, "Huh?" "Beg your pardon," and finally, "Hon, you're going to have to slow down. I'm a little old southern lady, and I can't keep up with you." He slowed down for about thirty seconds and gradually, he hit top speed again. But, he seemed to know what he was doing, and got me registered with his company.
Then, he gave me an appointment for someone from there to call me on a specific day in November at a specific time, and assured me that when I got off the phone, I would be enrolled in Part D and would have the insurance that suited my particular needs, and I would live happily ever after.
So, now, I wait. I hate to wait. I'm very impatient, but my mantra these days is "Be careful what you wish for."
Anybody out there on Part D? How's that working out for ya?