Maybe you, like me, get an envelope full of paper every month with this printed on it:
I have a growing file folder stuffed full of these. There probably is no need to keep them, beyond my own mistrust and paranoia, and the fact that they tell me to. And, like the useless cancelled checks our parents used to squirrel away in the basement, I hang onto them.
I called my health plan office to ask if there was anyplace to access this information online. She told me that there as a plan in the works to put all of this into a monthly email. “In a couple of years, you’ll be able to find that information online, ” but that, for now, they were required to send it every month. We both agreed ruefully that all of this paper was fantastically wasteful.
I am left to wonder how many of my Medicare dollars are being spent to coalate, print and mail this stuff. And how many of my fellow recipients file theirs in the circular file.
Me? I’ve got enough of this gubmint paper to start my own agency. The Department of Redundancy Department. Or maybe I’ll just compost it. GIGO.