Lipoma? They can also go away by themselves, apparently. At least, that’s what happened to mine.
Sorta good news on this front, I guess, but not without a big ol’ :smack: to go along with it.
I decided, while waiting the the Recycler to repopulate with used portable dishwashers, to look into repair options, beginning with parts. Googling the model number and the term “won’t drain,” I came up with a list of potential parts that would solve the problem, INCLUDING VIDEOS ON HOW TO REMOVE AND REPLACE THEM! How exciting was THAT?
Turned out I was able to get to the check valve (53% chance of fixing the problem), but it turned out to be okay. The next item I saw was the solenoid-operated drain valve. Since the original failure had me not hearing that solenoid actuate, I decided to look into that. I figured it could be the solenoid, the wiring harness, or the control module that sends the actuating signal to the solenoid. The video for removing the solenoid looked pretty easy, and came out okay, but without a test rig, I had no way of checking if the thing was the problem. Waitaminute, sez I, we bench test solenoids at work. I can surely put this on the rig and test it! So, I brought it into work and tested it.
Dammit, the fucking thing works. Back to waiting for someone to want to sell a used one again.
Then kaylasmom starts getting antsy, and wants me to throw the damn dishwasher away if I can’t get it to work. I figured, what’s the worst that can happen if I call a service man out and pay him for an estimate? I’m out a small house call fee, if I don’t fix it, and if it’s repairable, we can know how much it WOULD cost. So I set up an appointment for Tuesday with a guy who will come out and estimate the job for $45 (applicable to the repair, if we go that way).
Tuesday morning I return the solenoid to its original condition, in preparation for the arrival of the service tech. When he gets there in the afternoon, he takes one look at the dishwasher, apologizes for wasting my time, admits he has no idea how to begin, and goes away without charging me for the house call.
Back to Google I go. The first place I call wants to set up an appointment without even letting me tell them the model number of the dishwasher so we can establish that the tech is going to be able to do the job. The operator tells me that this is how they do things, and that there would be a $95 fee for the home call. I politely let her know that I intended to find a technician who would let me set up the appointment the way I wanted, and get back to her if hers turned out to be the best deal.
The next place I called was General Electric authorized service. They told me the estimate would be $99. :mad: Thanking them for their time, I tried one last listing off Google. They let me call out the model number of the dishwasher (good), confirmed that they could service it (good), quoted an estimate at $65 (good), and made an appointment for Wednesday. Well, Wednesday is okay, but it is the day I go back to work on my graveyard shift, so as long as I get a chance to nap, I think I can work it.
Technician comes out on Wednesday afternoon. I describe the symptoms, and the actions I’ve taken. He decides to observe the symptom for himself (which is good practice, and the one I follow where I work), and fills the dishwasher with enough water that the pump won’t cavitate when it tries to drain.Then he advances the timer module to the rinse and drain cycle.
Drain valve opens, and the dishwasher drains happily. Then he does it all over again, with the same results.
I don’t know WHAT THE HELL I DID, but I repaired the damn thing, apparently, and then paid someone $65 to tell me I had done it right. :smack:
Silver lining: I pulled a chunk of ice cubes out of the freezer (see this thread), and asked him what would cause that. At no extra charge, he told me that the ice maker was leaking, and needed replacement. This morning, I went through another parts list, and some more videos to determine that I WILL be able to repair this problem.
Those. Mine went away by itself, but the 2"- long one on my brother’s back was just sitting there for ages, more than 20 years. The docs saw it when they were prepping him for another surgery, offered to clean it up and did. He says he hadn’t realized how much it hurt… it hurt sharply when he touched it against something hard, like the back of a chair, but it turns out it actually hurt all the time, dully; it had been there for so long that the constant low pain had become part of his “normal” 
What were the books? I volunteer in a charity shop, and I swear you can name any random book and chances are it’ll pass through my shop at least once within a year 
and oh yeah, they suck as “friends”
flatlined, have you seen the video from the space station on the thunderstorms you are having? Trey cool!
They do indeed suck as friends. I just can’t believe it’s come to this… I’m so sad for my boyfriend, who despite his sometimes gruff exterior is one of the most tender-hearted people I’ve ever met. He simply can’t understand why there wasn’t a typical guy exchange of “YOU SUCK BECAUSE…” so he could fix it.
You’re in the UK? I doubt these particular books would work their way through your shop, but it’s worth a try! They were mostly academic texts on Catholicism (yes, yes, the irony, it burns)… the Women’s Bible Commentary, an ancient book on the Doctrines of the Catholic Church and an equally old one on the Book of Kells, my brand new, yet-to-be-cracked-open copies of the Gospel According to Thomas and The Nag Hammadi Scriptures (those’re the ones I’m mostly upset about), a copy of The Red Tent… one or two others. So frustrating. Their new puppy probably ate them or pooped on them or something. :mad:
Funny thing- about six months ago she bought a couple of religious books for her husband for his birthday… because she wanted to read them. 
Anyway, she was going on and on on FB about wanting to read these books, and I casually asked her what she thought of The Red Tent. Radio silence. But she responded to her bible-thumper of a BFF, who posted right after me. I should’ve known back then that I’d never see those books again… just didn’t realize I’d lose the people too.
Awwwww, crap… I just realized I loaned her my autographed copy of Hostage to the Devil. GAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
I would cordially like to point and laugh (or scream) at the Social Security Administration, which seems to be responsible for Medicare, to wit: I got my first Medicare card yesterday. Now the standard depth for cards that fit in your wallet is 2-3/32 inches. The Medicare card is 2-5/16 inches. That extra 7/32 of an inch means that the card won’t fit into a slot in my wallet. I have to either fold it, or try to trim it (which I’m going to guess is frowned upon).
There is no reason why the card needs to be this deep, it is just stuff printed on a piece of pasteboard stock. Why do they have to spoil my wallet this way? Is it sheer perversity? Ignorance? Bureaucratic idiocy? Will we ever know?
OWWW! Those hurt! You can get used to the constant throbbing pain, but the sharp pain when you encounter a hard object (or even lean back on it) is an entirely different level of pain altogether. I’m glad your bro got it taken care of. It made me wince just reading about it.
bobkitty, I’d seriously considering just being blunt and saying how you loaned her X, Y, and Z and want to retrieve them all, now. That’s a lot of very important books. 
Not really much of a rant, I guess…
So my boyfriend and I have split up, this time for good I think. We briefly split up last summer but got back together. I don’t see a reunion happening this time. I think I’m more relieved than anything else that I finally pulled the band-aid off, so to speak. He started to give me the “it’s not you it’s me” speech, I told him to save his breath and get his stuff and get out. The dumb thing is, I think I miss his family more than I do him at this point, his sister and I had gotten to be really good friends.
Unless she decides she can’t stand you anymore, you’re still friends. Losing a guy shouldn’t mean losing the friends you made because of him, although granted, it could become a trifle awkward.
What Morgyn said.
So, are you going back to being Lady Au Pair? Do you have the Murderous Moppets on speed dial?
Wow…a hidden mean streak in such a nice person. :eek:
She’d kill me in less than a month.
The worse part is when she kindly says something about how I look tired and maybe we find a coffee shop so we can sit down for a while.
I know I keep sounding churlish, and I’m sorry. She’s a very nice lady, and I honestly did enjoy everything we did.
Ha. Hahahaha. BWAWHAHAHA!!!
By the time MIL was done with me, I was lucky to have the energy to brush my teeth. However, I just looked at them and sent MIL the links. You are very right, trey cool!
Something that freaks me out is how many people spend years without taking care of something that’s treatable, not because they can’t afford a doctor or don’t have access to one (which is a macro-rant) but because they don’t think it’s “worth taking care of” or their parents don’t take them seriously. Enough times of being told “stop whining”, you just… stop whining. I know people who had untreated broken ribs, Bro’s lipoma, so many coeliacs it makes me real glad that it’s a “fancy illness” right now (hey, it means a lot more people are getting checked for it), lots of people with allergies or some sort of alimentary incompatibilty (because hey, if you throw up every time you eat something you’re just being a bad child, and if you get the runs you shouldn’t eat so fast).
That actually describes my attitude toward my knees and ankles! I’ve had intermittent knee and ankle pain since I was a small child…unfortunately, since it wasn’t a constant thing, it was assumed that I was just trying to get out of P.E. class. I did finally go to a family doctor’s office in junior high school for the ankle pain, but they didn’t find anything. I’ve now convinced myself that the pain is the result of me not being as active as I was in college, and that it will go away if I just exercise more.
There’s definitely something up with my knees though…they grind like little bags of gravel sometimes.
Hmm. I have lipomas all over my body. Since I got the first one diagnosed, I haven’t bothered to show any of them to a doctor. Mine don’t hurt, though, and most of them aren’t visible.
There’s one on my scalp that’s getting pretty big though. The spousal unit, who usually thinks doctors are useless, says it’s time for it to go.
I have a lipoma on the back of my neck, at the base of the skull (in the hairline) and at the top of my spine. It’s grown a bit over the years but doesn’t hurt. I did go to a doctor about it and he said the surgery to remove it would be more hassle than it’s worth. I still kind of want to get rid of it though.
People who stop right in the middle of doorways can go screw themselves. (Though I’d prefer if they didn’t screw themselves in the doorways.)
Also, maybe it’s time checkout cashiers enforced the “8 items or less” rule at the express cash. Though a new cash opened while I was waiting in line at the “express” cash behind a guy with a shit-ton of stuff, and I was the first one at the new cash, so yay. 
Oh, hey, look what got resurrected today:
Do they have Murderous Moppets on Craigslist? I’m fresh out at the moment. 
I haven’t talked to his sister yet, as far as I know he hasn’t even told his family that we’ve split. I want that particular piece of news to come from him, not me. She lives several hours away and we don’t actually get to see each other that often. She’s supposed to come to town for a visit with his family in the next couple of weeks so we’ll see how that goes.