When I got out of bed later than usual, I decided to get my Medicare card ready to go for tomorrow. Be efficient, you know. I was going to say “anal retentive” but I couldn’t remember the term so had to do a Google search with keywords anal and efficient. And, what do you know, I am not anal retentive at all. After what I learned, thank goodness.
The Medicare card was not where I thought it was in the office, which took me half an hour to find that location and another half an hour to find out it was not there. I looked elsewhere. Nothing. Over there. Nothing. There. Nope. All the while, I took deep breaths to keep the panic away. Ugh.
Then, I thought, maybe I could get a copy of my card at the Medicare website. Yes, you can, stated the site. You need to provide your Medicare number. I needed my card to give it.
Medicare offered an alternative avenue to get my card via an online Social Security account. Ok, I have an account!
I couldn’t find my password nor remember my username. No problem. I asked the site to email me my username. After getting that, I asked for my password, and a screen popped up asking my three security questions. I couldn’t recall the answers. The next step was for Social Security to mail me a security code in 10 days. Ugh.
“When was the last time you saw your Medicare card?” asked the Husband.
“Recently. A few months ago. The card is somewhere in this house.”
“Do you remember where you were?”
“At my desk. I was looking at my Social Security card, too. Wherever I put the Social Security card, I’ll find the Medicare card.”
“Didn’t we put the Social Security cards in the safe deposit box?”
Ah! We hadn’t. Back in the office I pulled out the Vital Statistics folder in the file cabinet. Bingo!
I'm glad to hear you found it. Funny how we put something away to keep it safe and then can't remember where that place was.
ReplyDeleteHappened again today, ugh.
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