I am NOT a fan of our local post office. Sure, the building is kinda cute, as post offices go in podunk little towns. See?
Image courtesy of local.yahoo.com
Right next to our post office is our City Hall. It's new, and totally cute. See?
It's where our checks for the water, sewer and garbage bills end up...unless you mail said check from the post office next door. Put your envelope in one of those mailboxes outside the post office, and you'll start accruing late charges at city hall.
Been there, done that.
It appears that the check travels from our teeny, tiny post office to a big, honkin' post office in St. Louis - THEN it makes the return trip to our little post office and is finally delivered next door.
That's a sixty mile trip for a distance of 0.08 miles.
It only took us one cycle of late charges to change OUR behavior. We just pay that bill at the City Hall drive-up window now.
Cut out the middle man. No penalty is assessed, no stamp wasted.
We've been hoodwinked once again by the local Post Office. The Boy's Medicaid renewal paperwork got lost in the mail.
His Medicaid was canceled. That means that his new psychiatrist will not get reimbursed for his visit.
Guess that's one more thing that will be hand delivered from now on.
I went to the Medicaid office Monday, and got his coverage reinstated - or so I thought.
I was expecting him to be covered Tuesday. And I even called the folks at the state level to verify it.
THEN I called in for a refill of his most expensive medicine - he had enough pills left for Tuesday night, and that's it.
When I picked up the medication, this appears on THEIR Medicaid screen at the pharmacy:
THE PATIENT IS NOT COVERED.
The pharmacy tech showed it to me, after I explained that I had just talked to the state folks before calling for the refill.
So I pay $9.69 - for THREE PILLS. Enough medicine to last 24 hours.
I get home and call our county Medicaid office - THEIR screen says he is covered.
Left hand not knowing what right hand is doing here.
The worker at the county office actually called back and said that the state is experiencing computer problems.
She also said that "a very nice woman named Penny" will be calling ME to let me know when the problem is resolved.
Until then, I'll be spending $9.69 a day, and depleting our nation's petroleum reserves by driving to the pharmacy and receiving yet another prescription bottle...and three lonely pills.
I figure that "Penny for your thoughts" fits here, but wasn't sure where to put it.
Update: At 8:05 this morning, I got that call from the "very nice woman named Penny". The problem has been resolved, The Boy's insurance should now be active! Yippee!