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Just general stuff....
My general practicioner increased my Synthroid dosage this past week - not alot, though. I was taking 125 mg and she increased it to 137 mg. So, I started the new dose on Tuesday, and on Sunday I had ANOTHER tachycardia. It started right before it was time to take my Rythmol (for heart rhythms). Patrick and I were visiting at another church and this happened right before Bible class was about to start. I stepped out into the foyer to take the Rythmol (about half a minute too late) and I had put my hand to my chest to see how fast my heart was going. A good friend of ours saw me and went to get one of the men who is a cardiac nurse out of the adult class. He took my blood pressure and pulse and I told him about what all I had been through medically over the past few months. He sat with me the whole time (and Pat came out to be with me too) until my heart "converted" (medical jargon for getting back to normal pulse rate). Yesterday I called my cardiologist to let her know what happened. She said to stay on the same Synthroid dosage & keep the appointment I already had scheduled for next Thursday. I tell you, this heart stuff is getting old VERY quickly. I firmly believe that a good bit of it is stress-induced from everything that's been going on with church.

Speaking of church, Patrick and I have officially left Stage Road. We have sent letters to those who we were closest to explaining why we were leaving. We had already told a few people verbally that we were leaving. We have recently found out some very disturbing information about some things that have transpired since we left. It falls under the "Just when you thought you'd heard it all....." category. I won't go into detail just now. I will leave it up to Pat on how much info he wants to divulge. In situations like this, I feel he is a bit more tactful on how to word things without giving out more information than what needs to be given.

On a bit happier note, I had my yearly performance evaluation at work last week. I had to fill out a self-evaluation form (I HATE evaluating myself) and then my supervisor had filled out an evaluation form. I met with my team leader and supervisor so we could go over it and compare notes. I got a 3.83 out of 5 so I get a 3.83% raise. Woohoo!! Hey, every little bit helps.

I tell you, in the work I do, I see all kinds of things sometimes and sometimes I talk to what seems like some of the dumbest people. It's like, I call an employer and tell them I need to speak to someone about a workers comp claim, and they act like you're speaking Greek. "A what? Workers comp, what's that? I don't understand." What's REALLY fun is when I call a company and no one seems to know who handles the workers comp stuff. I get transferred around to about half a dozen different people so that it feels like I've spoken to everyone except God and Santa Claus before I finally get to the right person. And I tell you, if I had a phone number for God or Santa Claus, I would call them first because they would probably know more than the people who are supposed to be handling this stuff.

Oh, and I think I'm going to move to Connecticut because apparently, in Connecticut, going in to work is optional!!! Half the time, the people I'm supposed to talk to are never there.

And then there are the people who get hurt (not just in Connecticut, but everywhere else), go to the doctor, get medications, and then don't bother telling their employer about it. So I call up "ABC Company" and say that I need to verify a work comp claim on John Smith and the work comp person says "John Smith got hurt?" Yes. John Smith got hurt but didn't tell anybody about it because, who knows why?! Maybe he thought he was going to get fired?? But yet he doesn't want to pay for the meds either, so he tells the pharmacy to submit them to their work comp billing company (which is who I work for). Time goes by, possibly even a week, and the employer still doesn't know John Smith got hurt. So you tell John Smith that he needs to notify his employer that he got hurt so they can submit a claim to their insurance company or else he (John Smith) will have to pay for the $100 worth of medications, and John Smith gets MAD!!! Gee, imagine that!!

Anyway, enough of my ranting and raving. I think I'm going to bed now. Patrick's already beat me to it. Take care and God bless. And please keep us in your prayers as we go through finding a new church home and in dealing with my medical stuff.