I am trying to update my Medicare situation. Trying to deal with Medicare and the Social Security system is not easy, it is confounding, inarticulate, frustrating, tiresome, and downright bothersome. The steps they lead up to bringing you back and making you want to pull your hair out, and in my case, that would be very frustrating.
Visiting the Internet to find out all I could about a broker
that was advertised on the website for people who need help about their
Medicare coverage, they promised they would lead me to the Promised Land.
Instead, I was led down the path of suicide. I have Part A but need the
prescription coverage piece to round out how I will be robbed each month from
the drug companies.
They provide a phone number and I call it, someone answers
and says they will take me through it by putting me in touch with an unbiased
and unpaid consultant, and the whole process will cost me nothing. I speak with
my savior and he asks if I have Part B. I tell him no and he informs me that he
can’t lead me so well since I need part B first. Being curious and short on
time (I really don’t know what the actuary charts reveal about someone my age but
it can’t be all that good) how do I get it???
Call this number and get back to me the agent says. I call
and am told the waiting time is Tuesday of 2022. Once again, (what the actuary
charts reveal about someone my age can’t be all that good) I get tired of
waiting. After waiting so long I had to trim my toenails again, I give up.
I try the process again of speaking with an agent who once
again tells me the same thing and answers my question about where else I might
go. He suggests another website, a rather scary and daunting one titled:
socialsecurity/retirement.gov. It is here that I begin to wonder if suicide
might not be such a bad idea. The trouble you can’t get started because it is
so badly designed that you don’t know where to go to get help and I have to
make dinner and it will cause me to rush it. I give up the quest and call it a
day: tomorrow’s another day.
Tomorrow comes in spite of all my hopes and dreams and I
take up the quest once again. I call the number that had me waiting and this
time someone answers, telling I have to go on the Social Security website. OK,
I’ll bite and maybe get a little luckier this time in terms of information.
Sure enough, the same frustrations are accruing and so get in touch with them
via email. I’m still waiting.
I have been bounced around like I’m the tennis ball at a
tennis match between Medicare and Social Security.
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