I know this forum is probably not the best place to post this, but I figure some of you are in the same age bracket, and may have gone through similar experiences. The back story, abbreviated:
- I retired last October, at the age of 72.
- The IRS recommended I start taking disbursements a year ago, due to having reach maximum benefit stage.
- I was automatically enrolled in Medicare Part A when I turned 65. I began the Part B enrollment last month (December).
- Day before yesterday I received a letter from the Social Security Administration (SSA) specifying my monthly Part B premiums.
I was aghast. It also happens I had lunch yesterday with my retirement planner (he paid), arranged before the letter arrived, but it was timely, so I asked him about it. He replied that it was not uncommon and that he'd advised numerous clients to request SSA adjust the premiums due to a "life changing event." In other words, my retirement. He explained that SSA determines premiums according to the Income-Related Monthly Adjustment Amount (IRMAA). The value used is the Adjusted Gross Income (AGI) of the year prior, in this case 2022. Of course, my "life changing event" has the net effect of reducing my IRMAA, and I could request the SSA to review and adjust. Got that so far?
It's been years since I was subject to government bureaucracy. I'd forgotten how bad it could be. So, according to the letter I received, I decided to call my local SSA office to arrange an in-person appointment. Three times I went through the automated "telephone tag" only to get disconnected just as it seemed I was going to be put into the hold queue.
But on the SSA web site, it gives a different number if you specifically want to discuss a re-adjustment to IRMAA. Could it be? One hour and four minutes I've now been on hold waiting to speak to someone. And that's just going to be the beginning of this rathole. I'm holding on because I got in a 90 minutes walk, ate a nice, filling lunch, and now can just listen to the endless repeating, partly garbled monkey xylophone they're playing while I wait. I'm retired. I can be patient.
However, there are many far better ways I can think to pass my time. Sky-diving onto thumb tacks. Self-service root canal surgery.
What's your experience, if you've had similar? Do you often poke voodoo dolls with pins while talking with bureaucrats, or do you suffer in silence?