So the first phone call today was from my caseworker for the county government nursing and housecleaning services I use. He thought it would be a nifty idea if his office collected the fee I pay to have my groceries delivered, and they would then add that to my monthly bill. It took some time and lots of patience to convince him that my grocery delivery service was a volunteer service for Seniors and has nothing to do with his government department.
The second call later in the day was from the very same caseworker. He was concerned that I was paying for the supplies used in the care and treatment of my legs, out of pocket. He offered to call Medicare for me and find out if they covered those supplies. I understand he might just be trying to be helpful, but it still took some time and lots of patience to make him understand that I had already done that when I first found out that I was responsible for the supplies and found they weren't covered.
He then suggested that I get prescriptions for the supplies so that my prescription insurance would pay for them. It took some time and lots of patience to convince him that I had already checked into that possibility and found it was just as cheap and less of a hassle for me to order supplies from Amazon than it was to go through a prescription. I can order in bulk and Amazon delivers to my door.
Sometimes I think that some government workers have the mistaken notion that their clients do not have more than a couple of functioning brain cells. I suppose I shouldn't be too hard on them as they are likely used to folks who work harder at getting free stuff than they would at a regular job. To run across someone who takes care of her own stuff is a shock to the system.
The last call was from Kevin at Windows who was terribly concerned about the state of my computer. Being out of time and patience, I informed Kevin that he was a fool if he thought I was going to fall for that old scam.
I wonder just how many fellows named Kevin there are in India.
Now a bear can see.....
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