I now measure my life by the days that go by between wheeling out the garbage. It seems to get closer and closer each week – and, frankly, that scares me.
I am now within 4 months of medicare. I finally brokered the courage to read the government brochure telling me what to expect, and it isn’t pretty!
Medicare isn’t free – well, part of it is – Plan A – that part where I land in the hospital with little options. If I want to see a doctor, then that costs – Plan B - if I want to see a dentist or eye doctor, that costs even more – and forget about drugs. More money there.
If I don’t need them now and gamble, then I am on my own hoping for no major catastrophes until the next enrollment period, when I get slapped with penalties for being too broke to pay the first go-round.
Okay. Getting old sucks – I often joked the alternative was worse, but I’m beginning to think that my best alternative is dying early!
[disclaimer: this is NOT a cry for help - it is a treatise on existence!]