Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Healthcare fail: COBRA does not want you


COBRA does not want you. You are a liability, a potential loss of money, a thing to drop as soon as possible. COBRA does not want you, nor do they care about you. I've learned this through two experiences.

The first happened in early 2005 after leaving Microsoft. The monthly payments were in the mid-400's plus 10 cents. While the exact amount can't be recalled, let's say it was $425.10. One day when I called COBRA to ask a question about coverage they informed me that I was no longer covered because of a failed payment. Both knowing this must be an error and frightened at the prospect of swimming the health care seas without an insurance lifeboat, I pushed through the ranks from one supervisor to the next. I finally learned by how much I was short: Ten cents. Surely this could be fixed, no? No. No no, a thousand times no they said. I could not mail them a dime. I could not mail them a check for zero dollars and ten cents. Once I was off their plan, that was it. The end. Finito.

That night I frantically went through my past checks' carbon copies and found the offending payment. Apparently I was in a hurry when I wrote the check because the number in the box was $425.00 but the written amount was "four-hundred twenty-five and 10/100" dollars. A quick call to my bank confirmed that the written amount trumps the number amount. Armed with this new information I called COBRA the next day. They said they would look into it. The following week I was reinstated. The following month they paid for my sinus surgery (above photo documents recovery)

My second experience with COBRA coverage started March 1st of this year. I mailed them a check for the first payment of $657.36 along with all the paperwork. About a week later I received a letter stating that all the paperwork was in order but they still needed my first payment. An immediate phone call was met with a "you're wrong, we're right" attitude. No, they didn't have the check, they never received the check, I owed them $657.36 in order to begin my coverage. A quick log-in to my bank showed me that the check was cashed by COBRA. Not long after I called and told them they have my money and need to fix the problem. A few hours later they sheepishly admitted the problem was their error.

About a week later I received a packet with my new coverage information and a new premium of $741.89, a 13% increase. I had no idea the rates would go up, nor that the benefits would change. Perhaps naively I thought that when COBRA started the coverage wouldn't change until you left the plan or it expired. Instead it mirrors changes in your former employer's policy. COBRA told me that the original premium hike was going to be 35% but it was negotiated to only 13%.

Just today I went in for a routine eye exam and, despite the fact that my insurance card explicitly states I have vision coverage, the insurance company denied the claim and stated the card was in error. Yet another call to COBRA told me that my vision switched to a new provider and they confirmed that my eye doctor is a part of that plan. However, a call to the doctor's office resulted in the opposite answer - he is not a part of the plan.

Here are a few other ways COBRA is not on your side:
  • If you want to pay the premium with a credit card there is a 3% ($25 minimum) surcharge.
  • There is not a way to set up a recurring payment on their site.
  • They refuse to bill monthly. Instead you get an 8.5"x11" piece of paper with three payment coupons that you must cut out. The onus is on the insured to remember each payment. There is no mailing nor an email to remind you.

On the positive side, there are people like Dave Chase outlining innovative alternatives and ideas for health care reform. The following are highly recommended reads:

Wednesday, April 06, 2011

Change is Afoot


Two nights in a row I've had similarly disturbing dreams. In the first a friend revealed an oddity on the back of his head, just above the base of his skull. Add odd protrusion of cartilage-like flesh, probably about an inch wide and in the shape of a little triangle folded slightly, revealed a hidden hole. My friend asked me to push it down, thereby covering up the hole. However, from time-to-time the little hood would pop back up to reveal the hole again and I would push it closed.

Last night I dreamed my left forearm developed an unsightly sore that opened into a hole about half an inch in diameter. It looked like a little barnacle, though rather than off-white it was red and looked angry. When I peered into the hole I saw a hollow inner-arm with no bones or muscle. This skin was translucent so outside light illuminated the dark red and uneven surface of the inside of my arm.

Both these dreams reveal inner-turmoil, inner-conflict. The brain is making it clear there is ugliness inside. In one case I saw the sadness of someone who is bottling up what is trying to get out and in the other I could see disturbing emptiness inside myself.

Last month I left the unhealthy and faced-paced life at a web design agency. The past weeks were filled with reading and searching for the next adventure, a way to resolve whatever is going on on the inside. This will continue.

Here I plan to write about inspirations and thoughts and reactions to ideas, books, and web material that is helpful, thought provoking, and just plain fun. Many similar thoughts will be posted in bite-sized chunks on Twitter. You can follow @iversonic.

Thank you for reading

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Old writings

Over the past decade or two, I sent out emails to friends that probably would have made better blog posts. Here is one from 14 years ago, Nov 12, 1996. Thank you to Anne Berry for digging them out of her inbox for me.

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I was with KISS in full make-up. We were in a small hole-in-the-wall record store in a seedy section of NYC. We went into a secret closet in the back of the store and as soon as the door closed the floor dropped out from underneath us. We (Ace, Gene, Peter, Paul and I) ended up on an escalator w/ lighted stairs, like the stairs on the inside of Alive II's gatefold sleeve stage shot. The escalator slowly headed down a very curvy path with nothing around us, like something out of Dr. Suess. As we descend, we notice all these KISS toys from the '70's like masks, model vans, dolls, etc. are floating around and resting on ledges on the rock walls. There's no way backup - we're helplessly stuck heading down this bottomless cave-like place - there was smoke and the walls were tinted orange as if they were reflecting flames. One of the guys in KISS, I can't remember which one, says, "This is ironic - we're being damned to a hell with our own merchandise." Next thing I know my alarm's going off.
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Thursday, December 10, 2009

Week one of new job in Bellevue

I swore I would never work on the other side of 520 again, but the market is tight and I liked the interviewers at Applied Discovery, my new employer. It's a contract gig through March, so there's an easy out if the commute appears to lead to premature death.

The following help make the commute bearable:
  • Some minor satisfaction driving a Prius, despite knowing I'm still a single-occupant vehicle.
  • December sunrises and sunsets while driving over the lake.
  • WFMU podcasts: "7 Second Delay", "Nardwuar the Human Serviette", "Shut Up, Weirdo"
  • Tech and brain-empowering podcasts: Ted talks, This American Life, Stack Overflow
Any other podcast or commute suggestions are welcome.

Mark out.

Thursday, December 03, 2009

Get Carter

One of my heroes is Jah Wobble. He is frighteningly prolific and the majority of his output is stellar. It's not hard to tell from his simple-yet-groundbreaking bass lines in the early PiL days to his recent Chinese Dub work that the man has an deep seeded passion for his work.

His most recent release returns to the simple and an old-school format: a 10" single in a plain cardboard jacket with two versions of the theme to Get Carter. It's been playing in my house regularly for the past few weeks. Simple, dub, melodic. Done right.

I also finished his autobiography, Memoirs of a Geezer, a few weeks ago, which I highly recommend if you're into the music biography type of thing. It's heartening to find an artist reach his prime, and then some, in middle age.

Wednesday, December 02, 2009

Here we go...

After parking this blog name over three years ago I've decided to try bringing it to life.

The blog's name came to me while listening to the insanely energetic Japanese psychedelic band Mainliner and realizing how beautiful I found the sound, yet how simple the music is. Turn off all the fuzz and distortion and all that's left is simple strummed guitar, albeit at a rapid pace, that would sound like a pale and sick version of the recorded version. While the word 'distortion' may sound negative, in this case it turns the sparse and plain into a full-blown work of art and energy.