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Our health insurance provider has notified us that they will no longer offer coverage in our location in 2026. Each time I have spoken with a new provider about their plans, they have mentioned being flooded with calls from people in our county in the same situation as us.

I found a plan that appeared to fit with my needs, but it didn’t show my primary care clinic in its list of providers. Several calls led me to the option of using my regular doctor and having my clinic send the bill to the company whose plan I intend to select. All parties appeared to be in agreement.

When I tried enrolling online at Medicare dot gov, I got stuck because it didn’t have my doctor in the list of choices. When I tried enrolling at the site of the company I had chosen, it tried to direct me back to the Medicare enrollment site. I called them and explained my predicament. Their solution was to snail mail me the application to fill out and return.

It’s a good thing I’m not shopping for major coverage. All I’m looking for is the basic annual preventative checkups. I can’t imagine how crazy it must be to find complex coverage.

With phone calls done and paperwork in the mail (supposedly), I headed outside to get a little exercise with Asher. Next thing you know, I’m busy raking leaves off the front yard.

The wind was blowing in my favor; otherwise, I wouldn’t have bothered. Most of the trees, other than the oaks, have dropped the majority of their leaves. Just maybe that’s the last of the lawn raking for the season.

At this point, the next thing to do would be to locate where I stashed all the snow shovels from last year. You never know, maybe it will snow this winter. I like making preparations. It’s a little like preventive medicine. Or insurance, even, only with much easier enrollment.

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