I got one for you. I’m taking a medication for years, then the insurance company decides to no longer cover that medication. I’d like to thank them for dictating my healthcare. Because now I’m having to do all kinds of other stuff.
So, both sides are working the system, but I’m thinking insurance is the ones making more of the money.
I will have more than enough saved to retire at 60, but I suspect I will have to keep working until Medicare kicks in, because healthcare costs could wipe out those savings in a hurry.
Here’s a tip veteran colonscopees know: schedule your procedure as early in the day as you can. You have to go without food for the entire day before, and if you have an afternoon procedure, you’ll end up going a day and a half without food.
I called the clinic (because they didn’t call me back); they told me that they didn’t know what I was talking about as far as the fake constipation issue was concerned. I told them to check the doctors notes, which they did, and they are right, no mention of me having any complaint.
THEY CHANGED THE FUCKING RECORDS
They seemed a little taken aback when I told them I had screenshots of the original notes.
I am in the same boat. I will have enough money to retire at 60, but I would not have health insurance I could afford. So I will have to keep working. At 62, I’ll have to start working for free, as my yearly salary will come out of my pension benefit. At 65, if for some reason I still don’t have insurance or Medicare at the point, I’ll have to start paying to work. Just to keep healthcare.
I retired at 61. Health insurance was close to $800 a month but I was able to get a group reduction through a retired CWA union and AT&T employee group plan, which knocked it down to only $150 a month. I was shocked and was reconsidering retirement before I realized the group reduction. I’m on medicare now and it’s much better than what I had before.
This has nothing to do with Limey or colons or outrage but today I learned that a childhood friend is the CEO of the Toronto Symphony Orchestra, which, abbreviated as TSO, of course, reminds me of where we used to go to get my brother’s glasses when we were little.