SoCS – Medicare Insurance

Day 171

It’s time again for Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. The prompt for today is: “the last piece of mail you received.” Talk about the subject of the last piece of physical mail you received, i.e. a gas bill–talk about gas, not the bill itself. Have fun!

I get some interesting mail. Just last week I received a 10 page letter from a friend in Africa. But of course that was not the last piece of mail I received. I was not to be that lucky. No, my last piece of mail was from a life insurance company selling Medicare insurance policies. So there you have it, Medicare Insurance.

Let me first say that once you retire you get a lot of mail about things that remind you how old you are. You get invited to lunches for buying retirement properties or you can learn how to invest your savings to benefit your golden years. You can get full body scans to determine what diseases your body may already be wracked with. You get mail about pre-arranging your funeral or an occasional mailing from an elder attorney. The worst offender of the mailings, however, has to be for Medicare Insurance.

Now, I have yet to figure out just how the money flows, but the comparison to available health insurance policies Vs. Medicare insurance is stark. Last year there was only one company in my state that sold health insurance where it appears EVERYONE offers Medicare Insurance. Even a life insurance company.

For the three months prior to your 65th birthday, especially if already on social security, you will receive a constant bombardment of the plethora of plans available. I have blogged about this before so I will not rant here again. It is so annoying. The really frightening thing is that in our day of privacy is king, every company out there has the goods on you. I even had a sales person appear on my doorstep to try to sell me Medicare insurance. I lied right to her face. I told her I had already signed up. No way this slick person was coming into my house. You see, I live in the boonies. It takes an effort to find my house. There has to be a great deal of money somewhere.

Yesterday, when I saw Linda’s reminder I was hoping to get some exciting mail. It was not to be. So, there you have it. Medicare Insurance. Nothing like being reminded how old you are.

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