Elaine
03-13-2009, 10:57 AM
MEDICARE IN A NUTSHELL
The phone rings and the lady of
the house answers, 'Hello.'
'Mrs. Sanders, please.'
'Speaking.'
'Mrs. Sanders, this is Doctor
James at Saint Agnes Laboratory. When your husband's
doctor sent his biopsy to the lab last week, a biopsy from
another Mr .Sanders arrived as well. We are now uncertain
which one belongs to your husband. Frankly, either way the results are not too good.
'What do you mean?' Mrs. Sanders asks nervously.
'Well, one of the specimens
tested positive for Alzheimer's and the other one
tested positive for HIV.
We can't tell which is which..'
'That's dreadful!
Can you do the test again?' questioned Mrs.. Sanders.
'Normally we can, but Medicare
will only pay for these expensive tests once and once
only.'
'Well, what am I supposed to
do now?'
'The folks at Medicare
recommend that you drop your husband off
somewhere in the middle of town .
If he finds his way home, don't sleep
with him.'
The phone rings and the lady of
the house answers, 'Hello.'
'Mrs. Sanders, please.'
'Speaking.'
'Mrs. Sanders, this is Doctor
James at Saint Agnes Laboratory. When your husband's
doctor sent his biopsy to the lab last week, a biopsy from
another Mr .Sanders arrived as well. We are now uncertain
which one belongs to your husband. Frankly, either way the results are not too good.
'What do you mean?' Mrs. Sanders asks nervously.
'Well, one of the specimens
tested positive for Alzheimer's and the other one
tested positive for HIV.
We can't tell which is which..'
'That's dreadful!
Can you do the test again?' questioned Mrs.. Sanders.
'Normally we can, but Medicare
will only pay for these expensive tests once and once
only.'
'Well, what am I supposed to
do now?'
'The folks at Medicare
recommend that you drop your husband off
somewhere in the middle of town .
If he finds his way home, don't sleep
with him.'