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Private Fingers in the Medicare Pot

A thousand curses upon the craven politicos who decided that private industry should get its sticky paws on anything related to Medicare. What a freaking mess! And it’s like this not because of the “government” the right wing so loves to hate but because of the programs that are run by private insurance companies.

No amount of federal regulation stops these SOBs from putting the screws on the customers.

A quick refresher course in the complexities:

Medicare consists of five programs. Medicare Part A covers hospitalization, hospice, and (in very  limited circumstances) some nursing home and home-health care. Medicare Part B covers doctors’ visits, some other types of health-care providers, outpatient care, durable medical equipment, home health care, and some preventive care. Each of these programs pays 80 percent and the patient pays 20 percent. Medicare Part C is a scheme roughly equivalent to HMOs and PPOs that strictly limit one’s choice in providers — something that can be very dangerous if you think you need a high-powered specialist and some insurance clerk says otherwise.

Obviously, 20 percent of the bill for catastrophic care or for a serious long-term disease such as cancer, MS, Parkinson’s, Alzheimer’s, or diabetes would quickly drain the savings of most elderly Americans. And since we all have to die of something, if you don’t go in an accident or by your own hand, chances are very high that the medical industry sooner or later will pauperize you. In the case of a married couple, this will mean that by the time one person dies, the other will be reduced to the most desperate kind of poverty, no matter how faithfully they have saved to support themselves in old age.

So, you’re pretty much forced to buy extra insurance, issued by private insurance companies, to fill in the gaps presented by traditional Medicare. This coverage is called “Medigap” or “Medicare supplemental insurance.”

You also are forced to buy one of the newer policies known as “Medicare Part D,” which supposedly covers prescription drugs but in fact covers almost nothing. A Republican scheme passed in 2003 and shepherded through Congress by a Louisiana representative who soon afterward retired into a $2 million-a-year-job with Big Pharma’s main lobbying group, Pharmaceutical Research and Manufacturers of America, Part D is one of the biggest rip-offs this country has ever seen. It seems to exist solely to clip the taxpayers and old people. George W. Bush’s Medicare administrator, Thomas Scully — now a lobbyist for the health care industry and general partner of an equity firm that invests in health care — threatened to fire Medicare’s chief actuary if he reported how much Part D actually costs the government. Medicare is forbidden to negotiate drug prices, a strategy that saves the Department of Veterans’ Affairs between 40% and 58% on its clients’ drugs. Between 2006 and 2013, this caused Medicare beneficiaries to spend an estimated $332 billion to $563 billion more than necessary.

My Part D carrier disallowed most of the generic drugs my doctors have ordered over the past 18  months and would not cover the full freight on the rest. To fill a prescription, you have to get prior approval before your doctor writes the prescription.

Once you’re in a Part D plan, you’re pretty well trapped in it, whether you like it or not. You’re allowed to disenroll or change carriers under very limited conditions, and — get this! — if your carrier stops covering a drug you need to take,  you can’t change to a carrier that will cover it!

That 85 percent of Part D patients claim to be satisfied with the scheme proves only that you can fool all of the people some of the time and some of the people all of the time.

If you are not permanently “on” some drug — as, for instance, I happen not to be — the monthly $20-plus premium pays for air. I would have been better off without Part D, because I could have purchased the antibiotic for the bronchitis, the steroid for the bronchitis, the double-strength omeprazole and sucralfate for the GERD kicked off by the steroid, and the muscle relaxant for the back pain cheaper had I been able to enroll in Costco’s cost-saving plan. But I’m not eligible for it or for Walgreen’s similar plan because, in cahoots with Big Pharma, by law these plans have been made off-limits for Part D customers.

However,  healthy Medicare beneficiaries decline to enroll in Part D at their peril. When (not “if”) you come down with some serious, expensive ailment, the cost of chemotherapy or meds for typical old-age hazards such as Parkinson’s could easily bankrupt you. And if you do not enroll when you become eligible at age 65 but delay until you’re more likely to need the coverage, you are gouged a penalty for late enrollment, in the form of permanently inflated monthly premiums.

Part C, which is an option, rips off the taxpayer with élan, to the enormous profit of the insurance companies that run the plans. Part C plans, which operate like HMOs, appear attractive to Medicare beneficiaries because they offer services like vision and dental care that are not covered by traditional Part A & B Medicare plus Medigap, and because at the outset they provided prescription drug coverage (the advent of Part D canceled that). The payment formulas overpay Part C plans by 12 percent or more compared to traditional Medicare. By 2006, these HMO plans had proved far more profitable to insurance companies than projected, at the expense of administrative costs that are far higher than traditional Medicare.

In summary: Part A and Part B (“traditional” Medicare) pay exactly as advertised, with no hassle. Traditional Medicare is rather expensive: $104/month (almost five times what I paid for better coverage through my former employer); it only covers 80% of your costs; and it does not cover prescriptions or long-term care. To take in the slack, you have to buy additional coverage from private insurers that jack you around and charge you through the wazoo while collecting money from the government for the privilege.

Okay. Now for the rant of the day.

Saturday comes in the mail a notice from Mutual of Omaha, the outfit that carries my Medigap coverage, a notice that my premiums are going up “due to the rising cost of healthcare.” Yes. My Medigap insurance will increase by $400!

“Please be assured,” we’re told, “that you are not being singled out for this increase; the premiums for all customers with coverage like yours are being adjusted.”

There’s a story I’ve heard before: when I carried my own insurance for a time. If you make claims on a policy, your premiums go up forthwith. Companies get away with this, even though it is illegal to raise your rates or cancel your policy because you made a claim, by assigning customers to relatively small groups, so that if one or two people in that group should have a spate of illness, everyone in that small group gets their premiums increased. This allows the company to claim it’s being “fair” while dumping customers whose care is beginning to cost something.

This increase comes as President Obama caves to the Republicans by cutting cost-of-living adjustments for Social Security beneficiaries. Ducky.

So now I need to find a new Medigap carrier.

Finding reasonably priced Medigap coverage is an astonishing horror show.

There’s only one given: each of the fourteen plans (designated A through N) has to offer the same benefits, and insurance companies are not allowed to screw with those guidelines or to deny the services specified in each one.

Otherwise…it’s raw chaos.

Rules are different in every state. So different insurers make different plans available in different states, at different rates. Availability of plans and their costs vary by county. Companies charge what the traffic will bear, and so rates for identical policies can vary by as much as $150 to $200 a month. For example, in Maricopa County the lowest price for a Part F policy issued to someone in my age range is about $137; the highest is $338. And there’s no difference in coverage!

The only way to find the rates available to you is to access a long, incomprehensibly complicated document issued by your state’s insurance department. To find the cheapest plan available to Arizonans, you have to download a FORTY-EIGHT-PAGE BOOKLET. This PDF provides each company’s rates for each of the 14 plans in the various counties within the state. Some insurers offer some plans but not others. Some insurers offer certain plans in some counties and not in others. Prices in rural counties are usually lower than prices in Maricopa and Pima counties, where the cities of Phoenix and Tucson reside. But this is not consistent. Nor is it in any way helpful.

In Arizona, FIFTY-FOUR COMPANIES offer Medigap policies. Every one of them offers the same effing policies for different rates scattered over two pages of figures. To figure out which one is cheapest, you have to sift through 42 pages of figures listed 7 columns to the page.

Once you’ve parsed this out, then you have to find out

a) how the company is rated (is the damn thing about to go belly-up?); and
b) whether they’re even still offering the plan, because some of them quit after the booklet goes to press.

Then you have to track down a phone number for whatever outfit you select to provide this coverage. Then you have to make your way through the infuriating phone trees and jump through hoop after hoop after interminable hoop to find out what they really charge, which is different from what the Insurance Department booklet says.

Last night it took me four hours to identify the dozen companies that claim to offer premiums lower than the new gouge from Mutual of Omaha.

I’m now paying $128 a month. After the increase,  I’ll be paying $165 a month.

Here, on a preliminary basis, are the companies that charge no more than $165 a month but are likely to charge me, at 68, less than that:

2013 Medigap figures

Some of these providers are outfits that no one ever heard of. So, before you start calling insurance companies, you have to track down their ratings, to see if they’re stable enough to be around over the next year or two. To do this, you can go to one or more of various rating agencies, such as A.M. Best or Standard & Poor’s.

So we’re told. But in fact, to look up an insurance company at some these agencies, you have to be a member! At Standard & Poor’s, you can look them up and be damned — many searches return a “not found” message, and those that are rated have so many tentacles you can’t figure out which one you need to know about.

This means you have to call your insurance agent — if you have one — and ask him or her to look up ratings for a dozen candidates.

My insurance agent, who has been a godsend, does not deal with Medigap coverage…for obvious reasons! Another guy I know who does claim to address Medicare referred me to a woman who tried to high-pressure me into a Part C plan; when I told her I did not want a Medicare Advantage plan, she persisted, even to the point of trying to tell me things that are untrue and that federal law specifically prohibits agents from claiming.

So in addition to the mind-boggling complication, the whole process is a minefield of scam operators trying to take advantage of confused and frustrated senior citizens.

It is just a freaking nightmare.

 

 

Getting an Insurance Checkup

Have you checked pricing for your homeowner’s and auto insurance lately? If you haven’t, you probably should.

George Fontaine, one of the guys in my business group, is an insurance broker. Every week when we each give a five-minute pitch, he tells us he can save us money on our house and car insurance. So…naturally, when The Hartford’s bill for the homeowner’s policy arrived this month bearing a $50 increase to $848 (on top of the $1125 I’m paying for the car and the umbrella policy), I gave him a call.

He thought about it for a couple of days and then called back with some quotes. By moving from The Hartford to Safeco, I can save $506 a year AND get better coverage!

Wow. I knew those AARP policies, much touted for being the best deal on earth, aren’t always the most cost-effective or even the best insurance—their Medigap policies, for example, are substantially higher than identical coverage from other highly rated insurers. But good grief.

The Hartford was selling me $500,000 worth of umbrella coverage; Safeco’s costs less and gives me a million bucks worth. The Hartford’s personal injury coverage was less, and it didn’t include rental for a car should mine be rendered undriveable. Nor did it include roadside service—you have to buy that separately from AARP, and it ain’t very good. The new homeowner’s policy increases the amount needed to rebuild my house, should it ever burn down or be blown away, and it provides for replacement of furnishings (at what I paid for the stuff, not at depreciated prices that will buy me stuff from Goodwill). Should the palace ever have to be rebuilt, the Safeco policy provides not the usual few months but two years of temporary housing.

If that doesn’t accommodate Contractor Standard Time, nothing will. 😉

So, for a lot more coverage I’m paying a lot less money. Since I self-escrow the amounts needed for annual insurance and tax bills, in theory that $506 should put $42 back in my pocket.

In theory.

However, the Medigap policy went up by $235 this year.

Can you imagine? A two hundred thirty-five dollar increase! For something you can’t get out of. Did I get a $235 increase in Social Security? Well, yes…more like $420, actually. That’s $35 a month, which I happen to need desperately to make ends meet.

So the wonderful $506 savings will be much reduced by the health insurance bite. However, all is not lost:

Overall, then, I end up with an extra $23 a month that will NOT have to be transferred from cash flow to tax & insurance savings—reducing the monthly transfer from $445 to $422 a month.

Damn…what I couldn’t do with that $445 a month in spending money….imagine the groceries I could buy! Ohhhh well… At least I’m not having to choke up an extra $24, for a total monthly self-escrow of $479 a month, as would have been the case if I hadn’t asked George to look into this.

There’s no way I could have found this pricing on my own. For one thing, my days are chuckablock full. Trying to break loose several hours to get on the punch-a-button merry-go-round, get estimates for policies that don’t really cover the same things, and try to figure out which apples and oranges are what—just beyond the pale. That’s why I’ve stayed with the Hartford for lo these many years as they’ve slowly pushed up the rate until I can no longer afford it: hassle factor.

Well. That and their excellent service…couldn’t have asked for any better service after the late, great hailstorm misadventure.

It’s very convenient to go with an agent who has all the figures at his fingertips and knows how the system works. Not only does he have a good feel for what policies should cost and for what coverage is and is not needed, he will automatically review coverage every two years and will run interference with a company if you run into any headaches.

If you don’t have time to call a half-dozen companies and then try to figure out what coverage they’re offering and how it compares with five other policies each of which is slightly different, you really should consider finding a broker who can do the work for you. Google “insurance broker” in your area; then google the brokerage’s name with “reviews” added to seek customer comments. Or subscribe to Angie’s list and do your search there. Or ask your friends, lawyer, realtor, accountant, or money manager for references.

Health Insurance Eye-Popper

Wow! You should take a look at the comments on this post over at Get Rich Slowly. J.D. asked readers to report on how much they pay for health insurance. It’s just gut-wrenching. One reader remarked that she had paid tens of thousands of dollars for healthcare coverage but never made a claim; another said after she’d paid for the insurance, she couldn’t afford to go to a doctor. Another reader, who used to work for a company that did business with health insurers, described the insurers’ strategy of submitting requests for double-digit rate increases every few months, so they could settle for regular, steady single-digit increase targeting specific zip codes.

Meanwhile, if that doesn’t frost your cookies enough, the comments from Canadians—and from the guy in Japan—certainly will. One Canadian woman had cervical cancer…the only cost to her was the parking fee at the clinic where she had to go once a week for treatment. Other Canadians do remark that health care in that country is far from “free” for your taxes. But pretty clearly few or no Canadians can expect that a major illness or accident will pauperize them.

Really.  You just can’t imagine why anyone who’s not a congressional representative and in the pocket of big donors and lobbyists would oppose a national health care plan. Medicare’s not cheap—largely because of the ever-increasing rates charged by insurance companies that have managed to get their fingers in that pot, too. But at least it’s marginally affordable and does cover most conditions.

Back at GRS, comment number 234 mentions something kind of interesting. It’s a healthcare co-op for folks whose feelings about forcing women to bear unwanted babies are so strong they won’t subscribe to commercial insurance lest their morals be contaminated when some other subscriber gets an abortion to save her life. Or to have a choice about what her and her family’s life will be. It’s called Samaritan Ministries.

For a family, according to this reader, monthly cost is $320. Coverage is rather skimpy: you pay out of pocket for medical costs under $300 a month (so if you come down with a chronic ailment, your monthly cost is now $620 a month, minimum—not counting drugs, vision, and dental), pre-existing conditions are not covered, and the most it pays out is $250,000. Get yourself a case of cancer or a heart attack, and that $250,000 will be gone in a trice…you’ll soon find yourself paying a lot more than parking fees!

In the absence of a national health care plan, though, it’s an interesting scheme. If you were young and healthy, it might be worth considering. It certainly is better than nothing, and far more affordable than commercial plans that gouge you thousands of dollars for limited coverage or for insurance you can’t afford to use.

Incidentally, Samaritan Ministries publishes a guide to finding healthcare providers. One of these is an outfit that, for a fee, will collect bids from doctors for you.

Meanwhile, a Christian blogger in Alabama casts a jaundiced eye on this outfit. Writing as DrAbston, this observer points out that it functions as a loophole for Americans to get out of buying the required insurance under the new Affordable Healthcare plan, that requirements skew the membership toward cherry-picking, and that its ballyhooed Christian philosophy contains an inherent contradiction.

So it appears that the faith-based (or anything else-based) health-sharing scheme, while perhaps useful for a limited number of special-interest groups, is not a viable answer to our country’s health care issue.

When you read the responses to JD’s post—245 and counting!—you realize something has got to be done.

Insurance Frolics

w00t! A notice came from The Hartford’s auto insurance side announcing that next year’s premiums will…wait for it!DROP BY $26!

Hallelujah, brothers and sisters! It’s the first time I can recall a significant drop in quite some time.

O’course, what they’re trying to say is the 12-year-old Dog Chariot is no longer worth the current annual premium of $1125. But what the heck! It’s still running, despite its $106,000+++ miles. What more can a person ask (other than decent mileage)?

Can you imagine? I’ve never owned a car that ran a hundred thousand miles. What a vehicle!

And it’s not alone. The other day I saw another just like it, parked in the blasting sun. Its formerly black bumpers were bleached, like the Chariot’s, to a powdery slate gray. But like the Chariot, somehow it has escaped serious dents. With any luck, its owner was enjoying the same automotive longevity and insurance-company largesse.

The Hartford is not giving to dispensing good news to its customers, except on the occasions that it kindly and generously covers natural disasters. I will say that the company’s coverage after the late, great hailstorm could not be beat. My house has a new roof and a new air conditoner, neither of which I could have afforded out of my own pocket—not on a bet. Handyman Jack’s painstaking and excellent paint job (fee commensurate to the quality of the job) was also covered without complaint. So were several other blandishments, not a one of which I could’ve afforded on my own.

Now…you’ll notice that the company has NOT sent me a joyous little flyer announcing a cut in my homeowner’s insurance. Dollah to donut, that will be going up, not down. But frankly, they’d have to bill an awful lot more to recover the thousands of dollars they put into this house; at least, to recover it during my lifetime. So I’m not complaining.

If the homeowner’s rate doesn’t rise more than $26, I’ll be happy.

Speaking of insurance, it’s still open enrollment for Medicare. From what I can tell, the Medigap policy won’t go up a lot. I have nothing to complain about there, either, so probably there’s no point in putting myself through the hassle of changing. Apparently there are some significant changes in Part D (prescription drug coverage), but figuring it out will take several hours, none of which I happen to have. And I’m still not taking any drugs on a chronic basis, and so there’s no way to compare. My inclination is just to stay put with what I’ve got.

It’s the lazy individual’s way, of course.

But really: does anyone have several hours to plow through this stuff and figure it out? It’s 10 after 10 p.m. as I write this. I’ve been working since 6 a.m. (got a lot done!), and my eyes are so glazed over I can barely see what I’m typing. For several weeks I’ve been telling myself to pick up the voluminous paperwork and try to figure it out. Besides the fact that the task is inherently aversive, I truly have not. had. time to do that.

Speaking of the which, it’s past time to drag off to bed!