Can Medicare Make ME Crazy?
I’ve moved. You know that. The new office is terrific, shabby chic walls and all.
So I’m working on the whole change-of-address thing. I’ve notified the post office, the bank, sent a zillion notices out. I’ve notified my malpractice insurance agent so many times that he called to tell me he changed my address weeks ago and I keep notifying him. I called the Controlled Dangerous Substance folks in my state. It costs $50 to notify them of a change of address. What gives with that. And the DEA…no forms, I tried emailing, I guess I’ll send a real letter. The hospital gave me a local number, but it’s out of service.
And Medicare: have I mentioned the 221 downloadable forms and how to change your address you have to fill out the 27 page enrollment form? I did? I guess I did.
Did I mention that I’m a non-participating Medicare provider? I don’t want to ‘enroll.’ I finally tackled the form, figuring it would have a box at the end where I could check off that I’m not a participating provider….since I have not ‘opted out’ …I’m actually participating by not participating. Try explaining this all to a distressed patient.
I surrender. Tomorrow, I’ll try calling. I will no longer be blogging. I anticipate the next year of my life will be on hold.
If you have any answers, by all means….
Listen to our latest podcast at mythreeshrinks.com or subscribe to our rss feed. Email us at mythreeshrinks at gmail.
Related posts:
Posted in Shrink Rap