Psychological help

[trophywench]

Or “burn out?” Either way. I personally get more professional empathy (and a willingness to listen first.) than my endo with a mechanic on an intermittent, but traceable fault.

ROFL at that - according to my first husband my one of those (on a Ford Escort I had at the time) must be the way I drove. Until of course it happened to him when he'd decided he'd use it. Well Hoo ruddy rah - and his mate who was a mechanic and had a state of the art Bosch macit's my car and hine at his disposal into which he plugged it and left it plugged in until it failed again when surprise surprise (not) it turned out to be a teensy weensy break in the wiring loom that just sometimes didn't conduct the elec properly so cut out the engine. It ran out of petrol whilst plugged in more than once, it took that long to find it. Thanks Al, said I, now just lock it up outside your place until you have the time to replace the damn thing, and yes absolutely, couldn't care less what OH has said to you, it's my car and I'm paying! But there again to be 100% fair, if we'd had to pay for the 3 days it took Alan, tying up the machine, having to send his 'lad' to fetch another gallon of petrol etc, we'd soon have spent more than the monetary value of the thing.

OH was usually really good at electrickery too, to boot.

 

[trophywench]

It's the empathy generally that I've certainly found missing in recent years both from our GP surgery and 'my' D clinic.

Things do seem to be improving in terms of GP though, we've both seen a new, younger one there recently and wow, serious enough dealing with the serious things but also quite prepared to be a bit friendlier when the serious bit's done.

 

[Drummer]

ROFL at that - according to my first husband my one of those (on a Ford Escort I had at the time) must be the way I drove. Until of course it happened to him when he'd decided he'd use it. Well Hoo ruddy rah - and his mate who was a mechanic and had a state of the art Bosch macit's my car and hine at his disposal into which he plugged it and left it plugged in until it failed again when surprise surprise (not) it turned out to be a teensy weensy break in the wiring loom that just sometimes didn't conduct the elec properly so cut out the engine. It ran out of petrol whilst plugged in more than once, it took that long to find it. Thanks Al, said I, now just lock it up outside your place until you have the time to replace the damn thing, and yes absolutely, couldn't care less what OH has said to you, it's my car and I'm paying! But there again to be 100% fair, if we'd had to pay for the 3 days it took Alan, tying up the machine, having to send his 'lad' to fetch another gallon of petrol etc, we'd soon have spent more than the monetary value of the thing.

OH was usually really good at electrickery too, to boot.

I didn't make many friends by a seeming natural ability inherited from my father's family to be able to spot a problem. Several times I have looked over someone's shoulder and then pointed 'should that be like that?' and they looked and gave a groan.
My dad was always in demand when a car would not start or something would not come apart to be mended.