We got the car back – with a few extra parts.
And this morning for an added surprise a screwdriver left on the driver’s seat poked me in the bottom!
The car isn’t fixed.
We had to take it back to wait for the “Field Tech” to have a look.
Apparently the “Tech Line” suggestions weren’t helpful, so in their infinite wisdom, they one by one took out parts, swapped them with new ones, then put the old ones back in when the problem wasn’t fixed.
10 days in service and I left with the same broken car, with the same parts as when I dropped it off.
Except that a few “extra” parts were left on my seat and my console.
While we will make an appointment some time next week to leave the car for the “Field Tech,” I had to laugh in spite of myself at the irony of the whole thing.
We have spent the summer at doctors. Some doctors were routine, some were tests and follow ups for things that were not “ok.” While there are many things that will leave me unsettled long after the summer has passed, the most disconcerting right now is the pain in the wrist and the hand.
A three hour MRI, a phone consult with the vascular surgeon, a phone consult with the rheumatologist, a local orthopedist, and a local hand surgeon – NONE of whom have a clue WHY after 8 WEEKS there is significant pain flexing the wrist, or holding a pencil, or performing any number of basic tasks.
Tomorrow we will head to the hand surgeon in Manhattan, with hopes that he can process the “extra” bump on the palm of her hand, and understand its relationship to the pain, and offer us a viable solution.
Too hopeful? Maybe. But, if I give up hope, where will we end up?
Raw with fatigue. Frustrated by “extra parts” and the people who don’t seem to know what to do with them…
Which ones do we put in? Which ones do we take out?
The similarities are almost uncanny. What are the odds that my child and my car would both have problems where the only hope of an answer lies in the “super specialist?”
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