Talk about waste...Because of the budget crisis in Texas, the state's own HMO program went
bye-bye. That mean that many state employees like myself were dumped from
that HMO and into another program mid-year.
Of course, that was annoying since it meant that I had wait for my card
to come in the mail, see my Primary Care Physician and get a referral to
my allergist and new prescriptions (since the old ones with refills would
not be honored). Still, I managed to jump through the hoops and get
settled again. I started my allergy shots again, I had my birth
control pill prescription working again and all was well.
Then I got a "thing" in the mail. It's what the insurance company sends
out every time the provider makes a claim. It's not a bill, it's just a
sort of FYI statement that tells me what was billed, what was covered,
what I might still owe the physician, etc.
Let me repeat that first innocuous bit. "It's what the insurance company
sends out every time the provider makes a claim". Mind you, I get allergy
shots once a week, every week. That means that after I'm done getting my
shot, the folks in the front office of the clinic do their paperwork to
get the shot paid for and shortly thereafter we both receive another FYI
statement in the mail.
Every.
Week.
I already have a stack of 10 of these things. I'm going to be getting
allergy shots once a week for three to maybe five YEARS. With visions of
fields of clear-cut trees I decided to give my insurance provider a call.
Surely there was a more efficient (and less wasteful) way of notifying me
of service provided? Perhaps they could send out a monthly statement. You
know, like most businesses I deal with do?
Nope. In fact, when I out-right asked if there was some way I could cease
getting these statements or if there was a monthly option, the customer
service person sounded a touch annoyed! No wonder insurance is so
expensive. They're sending out eight mailings a month when they could be
sending only *two*!
*sigh* The worst of it is that these are totally useless to me. I might as
well throw them away unopened. The best I can do is stick them in the
recycling bin and hope that they come to their senses at some point.