Sunday, January 23, 2011
Fun With Part D
It may be difficult for you to believe, but I'm not a patient person, ordinarily. Sometimes I can force myself to wait for something when it is out of my hands. But, it isn't pretty and it isn't fun for those around me, and I don't suffer in silence.
So, I nearly lost whatever is left of my mind when I discovered I would have to enroll in Medicare Part D - the gubmint prescription plan. In the first place, I was doing it against my will. My former employer unceremoniously dumped all its retirees this year, necessitating the move to Part D.
We were given the number of an independent company whose raison d'etre is to search for the best possible plan for each individual. I called their number on October 17,hoping to get ahead of the rush. After answering all of their questions about my needs, they said they would do all the research and someone would call me with their recommendations on November 17. The clock was ticking from that point on.
I was a bit anxious, but as long as I had their phone call on November 17 to cling to, I was able to contain myself fairly well. With just a few more phone calls and big envelopes full of information from the insurance company I chose, I was magically enrolled.
Then, I started having to fill prescriptions. It was a bit nerve-wracking, but everything went smoothly. I fully expected to get caught up in red tape for the foreseeable future. And, then I was going to write a rant that would singe my hard drive. Looks like I'll have to stick to politics and the foibles of human beings that annoy me.
'Cause, enrolling in Part D was easy-peasy.