Male doctors! Seriously, wtf?!? They don't give a fuck! I had one gp ignore me for three years and now I'm in the wheelchair. 5 weeks ago had a ct scan done, the hospital Dr got those results 2 weeks later. Despite having had 3 weeks to look at them he's done nothing, despite my phoning repeatedly , and now he's fucked off on annual leave! I hate male doctors!
I'm so sorry, Moon Child. Not all male doctors are arseholes, but it sounds like you lucked out. *offers Moon Child a hug* Didn't that doctor have anyone who's prepared to step in for the duration? That's what normally happens in healthcare.
I was recently approached by an agent via Linked In - the role would require Security Clearance so he asked me whether I could explain any work-history holes in my CV for the last decade or so... I explained that, no, there wasn't any work history in which to have holes. He seemed satisfied with that (c; That is definitely "a thing" That sounds awful. Are you in the UK? It sounds about average for the NHS, i.e shit. I don't think it's just males, or even just doctors, there seems to be some endemic corporate ennui that takes a seemingly simple task, and buggers it beyond belief.
Oh, how I understand you. The list of bullshit I had to deal with because of the NHS is so stupid and long, I can hardly fathom it. How does a country like the UK fail so hard? It's the GPs that suck! Back in 2016, I started to suffer from some kind of weird allergy. It was hell, let me tell you. But I won't get into the details to spare the gore. Anyway. The GPs didn't do anything. They just prescribed me with so many different pills but none worked and made no difference. I was just spending sleepless nights in agony. My Mother was just about sick of seeing me suffer, so she went screaming to the local surgery until she somehow managed to skip the queue and have me see a specialist on the city hospital early. The hospital specialist solved in literally five minutes. Like, five minutes. She explained that it wasn't an allergy and prescribed me with some pills that nullified it. I still don't quite know what it was but the pills worked and the suffering stopped. I wish this was the only bad experience I had. There is so much more to say. The latest one is my brother's knee that would get swollen if he walked around too much. The GPs didn't do anything other than enroll him in some group physiotherapies on Google f******g Meets. Thankfully, the summer was near at the time so when we flew over to our home land in Crete, we went to the local hospital. They also solved it very quickly. And yes, it needed more than virtual meetings with physiotherapists. Screw the GPs. Do your best to get over them and see specialists. You'll have better chances.
At least the inquiry was actually relevant. From time to time I get emails about resumes from decades ago from the IT industry, which I left decades ago. Anymore I just laugh of the stupidity.
GPs are actually private contractors working for the NHS. As with all private contractors undertaking government work, they fucking suck at their job. I have no time for doctors as a whole (I know too many to like them much), but GPs I hold in especially low esteem.
Look on the brightside, if you were in many other countries that don't have an NHS you'd now be bankrupt in addition to being in pain It really depends where you are, my GPs always been great
Look on the other bright side and remember why the NHS was brought in, in the first place ... before it was buggered. Remember Aneurin Bevan? Thanks to him, Britain was the first western country to offer free, at the point of use, medical care to the whole population. Sure, it's not like that any more. But before the NHS came in, if you were poor, you'd be lucky to see a doctor at all. Before the NHS, access to healthcare was dictated by geography and social class. General practitioners settled in places likely to maximise their income, so rural areas were poorly served and some towns had six times more general practitioners than others. London claimed one third of all hospital specialists. I don't know what happened to bugger up the NHS (I'm not a British citizen). Can anyone enlighten me, please? I'd be glad (or maybe depressed) to know. Agreed that it was relevant. I've spoken to the agent now, and she apologised for the generic form letter and explained to me her client was actually offering less (in salary) than what I'm earning now. So, fair enough. Also agreed about relevancy. I work in the healthcare industry and have for nearly 20 years, and most of the LinkedIn offers I get are actually relevant, but from time to time, I get some laughable ones ... like an offer to work 50 miles away, and start at 7am, as a bricklayer. Or an offer to work as a storeperson (and thus take an 80% pay-cut on what I'm earning now). Um, WTF?
A substantial lack of funding from successive governments... and it is still pretty much free at point of use. It has its problems but its substantially better than some alternatives
Hey, come to the US. It's great is you can afford it. And get a doctor that cares about anything other than uploading every eligible human into the medical industrial complex. My little 2.5mm kidney stone made half a dozen specialists/companies something like $20K. The sicker you get, the more money they make.
The HDMI port on my television died yesterday and it was less than two years old...and without the HDMI port I can't use any of our streaming services. (I know it was the HDMI port because I tested my different streaming devices on our library television and they both worked on that unit just fine, and neither device would work with my upstairs set, so I have to get it replaced.) I don't watch much television, but I do like having nonfiction series on for background noise. Due to the fact that I'm an AuDHD I need the noise, so I can filter things out, as backward as the logic seems. Just like some people have fans or actual noise machines on when they sleep, I have series I've seen a thousand times on. Familiar knowledge that balances chaos.
Does it have no other input ports? Most TVs should have more than one HDMI port, or at least another port of some kind. It can be replaced with soldering skills. The manufacturer can do that for you (if it's still within warranty and possibly outside if you are willing to pay) or a reputable third-party repair shop. Much better than replacing the whole TV.
Hi, I'm Troy McClure. You may remember me from such DYI TV specials as Let's Buy Cheap Crap, and Fix Your Own TV and Save! Familiarity breeds familiarity.
I didn't pay much for the set to start with and as it is a very small set, it only had one port. And while replacing a port is much better than replacing the whole set, one has to look at practically and cost efficiency. 1.) I have neither soddering tools, skills safety equipment, or a practical place to due such things and fire damage/injury is far more costly and probable. 2.) Setting the set on the curb with a note about the HDMI will almost assuredly see the set picked up by someone who CAN use the functional components or the skills to fix it. People actually patrol our nicer neighborhoods for free items like this. 3.) Pragmatism. Replacing the set is the most cost and labour effective solution to restoring normalcy and functionality to my home environment. As an autistic, I absolutely hate mess and/or change. Trying to repair a television set with skills I do not possess will exponentially exacerbate an already aggravated situation and the physical/mental fallout of a full blown meltdown is always horrific. It has taken years of practice to be able to look at a situation objectively and proactively say, 'No, this is not something I can reasonably/realistically do. Please understand, I am not being obtuse or lazy, but lack the necessary skill sets to engage in the task.' A full blown autistic meltdown is nothing like a child's tantrum. It is your nervous system overloaded and out of control. Akin to a hybrid of a seizure and a migraine. You lose the ability to function normally, yet you are completely aware that you are out of control and can do nothing to mitigate it. These situations, many of which are beyond your control, sear themselves into your consciousness and become your fault because you failed at being a 'normal' person. This is exactly how trauma starts. A major component about an autistic's need for routine and control in their environment is about protecting our systems and triggering shutdowns/meltdowns. I'm an ASD1 (relatively low support needs, usable social skills, and no intellectual disability), I can pass as 'normal' as a result of masking and I know how bad mine get.
Not a problem You should do what is best for you. I only made some suggestions just in case you didn't know. I've mentioned "obvious" fixes to other people before. Most of the time the obvious, is well, the obvious, but sometimes it really isn't. I've saved people some money this way. By the way, I'm also in the spectrum. Taking things apart when they break is my first instinct. I can handle it if things don't work out. Of course, how ASD affects people is wildly different so I understand and respect that.
I'd definitely suggest replacing it. TV's are so cheap now, they're practically disposable (unaffected by the "inflation of everything"). As a person who designs, R&Ds, and engineers circuits and can solder SMD components with ease, replacing an HDMI connector is very difficult - I would not try this myself. I've attempted doing this on failed USB connectors on gaming remotes and such and it leads to failure in most cases. The CE approved lead-free solder is difficult to remove without damaging the PCB or surrounding components - the HDMI connector will have tiny pins and pads that will also be difficult to re-solder if you get that far. I agree, you could have a new TV today. What's your time worth, what's normalcy worth? Prescribe them an hourly dollar value. You're speaking my language. I know I'd also be classified into some vague Autism+ADHD+OCD compartmentalized category if I gave someone an opportunity to put me in a box. Most people that know me think it already - my wife tells people I'm "on the spectrum" behind my back... Whatever. The way I see it, I'm human, you're human, they're human. I've got my quirks and everyone else sure as hell has their own issues, whether they admit it or even realize it. I feel that I'm 2-steps ahead because I'm 100% cognitively aware of my flaws and I order my life in such a way to deal with them - that's more than most people I interactive with. I'm right in the middle of one of those. Usually it takes a massive shift in my normalcy, habitat, routine, to affect me this way, I fall into a timeless hole. Time can pass so fast - days, weeks, months, like a blur - like I'm just drifting through space in an introverted safe space.
I work part time from home for a market research company. Most of the time, people sign up and fill out questionnaires hoping we'll call them and sign them up for focus groups and other studies. They want us to call them. It's an easy and mostly stress-free job. Caveat: When I signed up for this job, I was told there would be no cold calling, but on about 1 out of 20 studies, I'm expected to call a list from our database where people don't remember our name and don't remember checking the box for "contact me for future studies" so they hang up or say something rude and hang up. Or, like today, we're supposed to call a list the client (the company actually conducting the study) gave us. This is total cold calling! I've been hung up on repeatedly since yesterday morning, and the last guy, before I was finished talking, said, "Yeah, yeah. Fuck you." and hung up. I don't get paid enough for this kind of abuse. I'm through for the day. I don't care if I get in trouble. I looked it up. Cold call jobs pay several dollars per hour more than I'm making after two raises in two years. I especially don't need this today. I'm very stressed out about having to go in for a blood draw this afternoon before seeing my doctor next week. I have a severe blood and needle phobia. This is always, hands down, my worst day every six months.
Danggg, I just got spooked big time. I received an e-mail, from my own e-mail address, that had the title "You have been hacked." The body of the email is too long for me to share, but it went along the subject of "Do you know about the Pegasus spyware? I've hacked all of your devices and have collected substantial information for the past couple of months through your camera. You have only days to send 1,400$ in bitcoin." It's a very logical to take this email as legit when the "from" header has your own e-mail. But thankfully, I am smart enough to know about possible spoofing, so I checked online and found that the from header can be faked. I didn't know this for sure and that's why I got a bit of a jolt. You'd think the mail server would have ways to protect against this. Anyway, of course it was fake. I knew for sure when the sender claimed they had videos of me "enjoying myself to pornography". I don't watch pornography, though if I did, I'd be smart enough to cover my camera. I mostly wanted to share this experience to warn others here. Just because it says it comes from your e-mail, it may not actually come from your e-mail. To hell with these spammers, scamming honest people out of their money.
Spam phone calls from fake London numbers by chipper young chaps keep calling the work mobile wanting to "speak to accounts" because they "like what we do" and "want to talk to someone about our current foreign exchange services provider". If I ask them a straight question they straight up lie. Sometimes they lie and say we already have an account so they will be put through to the FD. I know this because when I tell them I'm the accounts dept today they backtrack. This is not the same as your old-school cold callers; for starters they are from start-ups who cannot be held to account because they shut down six months later. Bring back the energy supplier cold callers, or the broadband supplier cold callers. Two weeks into a heavy viral thing --- preceded by months of work related heavy things that were no more fun --- and I got out of bed for this? [Edited to remove the unnecessary venom; just because its the lounge and I feel like crap doesn't mean I need to spread it around.] On the subject of hand injuries and the NHS: A couple months ago I had had constant hand pain for what felt like an age. Like a good little Briton I sucked it up for about a month, then took aspirin for about another fortnight, then because it got worse called my GP to ask if maybe they could think of whether I maybe could consider having it looked at, at their convenience, any time really, not urgent, I'm just around the corner. It really is quite painful, all the time. No, they say, because, ahh, something. I should go to the 'urgent drop in centre', which is where you go if you are too shy to bother the nice nurses at accident and emergency. It is not urgent, its a throbbing hand. But I am obedient so I go. There I am surrounded by people who tried to kiss chainsaws and want to know if they can go back to work or if they ought to have their face reattached first. After a wait I am told things can only be urgent before 2PM today, because they said so, and its 220PM. They tell me if I come back another day I will have to pretend it only started hurting recently, because otherwise I have to go back to my GP. I go back on the least busy day I can think of, about a week later, and now they squeeze it once and tell me its not broken so it must be soft tissue damage and I should just let it heal. I can take aspirin if I like. Use your other hand for pulling the break lever, they said. Try not to type or mend any machinery. But if you do, and it hurts, I shouldn't worry about it. I tell them that's what I wanted the doctor to tell me at the start so I didn't have to go through all this. Never mind. Eight weeks later and I still can't type on it or hold things if it requires using certain fingers. But the NHS doctor squeezed it for a couple of seconds said it'll heal so it'll heal. This reassures me. If they want us to man up and leave them alone until something becomes gangrenous or cancerous they could just tell us. I'd do it. The best way of getting reliable basic healthcare for non-critical conditions in the UK is through the chemist. One once told me to gargle whisky for my throat infection because its tastier than the medical stuff she could sell me. Now that's the kind of 18th century healthcare I can get behind. In and out in under five minutes, right next to the off licence.
