MEDICARE COVERAGE IN A NUTSHELL

The phone rings and the lady of the house answers, 'Hello.'
'Mrs.. Sanders, please.'

'Speaking.'

'Mrs. Sanders, this is Doctor Jones at Saint Agnes
Laboratory. When your doctor sent your husband's
biopsy to the lab yesterday, a biopsy from another
Mr. Sanders arrived as well and we are now
uncertain which one is your husband's. Frankly the
results are either bad or terrible.'

'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 AIDS. We can't
tell which is your husband's.'

'That's dreadful! Can't you do the test again?' questioned Mrs.
Sanders.

'Normally we can, but Medicare will only pay for these expensive tests one time.'

'Well, what am I supposed to do now?'

'The people 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