@Doric
I tried my best a while back to determine the type of screw, and as far as I can tell, it's not a ballscrew.  But that leaves me with either a Leadscrew or ACME, and I can't tell which.  And even worse, ordering a thread gauge would be guess work without knowing the type and the measurement used, I could potentially go through the purchase of quite a few guages before I got the right one.  I wish I could just buy the right guage, that would be ideal.  I'm hoping it's a Lead Screw cause like you said, they're really cheap.  The only thing I managed to work out with any reasonable amount of certainty, is that it's a right-handed thread I need - lol.

@Shane
So from what you tell me, and from what others have posted, being a Private Investigator is out then ... so, Bounty Hunter perhaps?

I agree with that post you made, they think we have it easy, when actually, it's them that had it easy in comparison to what people are lumbered with nowadays, it's just one constant life-long pressure cooker.  Anyway, I hope you sort it, and as long as you stick to pushing for something with good pay, it could be paid off quicker than you imagine.

As a last resort, maybe heed the lyrics highlighted in red (great album BTW) ;-)

**"Scoundrel Days"

**

Was that somebody screaming?
It wasn't me for sure
I lift my head up from uneasy pillows
Put my feet on the floor
Cut my wrist on a bad thought
And head for the door

Outside on the pavement
The dark makes no noise
I can feel the sweat on my lips
Leaking into my mouth
I'm heading out for the steep hills
They're leaving me no choice

And see as our lives are in the making
We believe through the lies and the hating
That love goes free

And for want of an option
I run the wind 'round
I dream of pictures of houses burning
Never knowing nothing else to do
With death comes the morning
Unannounced and new

Was it too much to ask for?
To pull a little weight
They forgive everything but greatness
These are scoundrel days
And I'm close to calling out their names
As pride hits my face

And see as our lives are in the making
We believe through their lies and the hating
That love goes free
Through scoundrel days

I reach the edge of town
I've got blood in my hair
Their hands touch my body
From everywhere
But I know that I've made it
As I run into the air

And see as our lives are in the making
We believe through the lies and the hating
That love goes free
Through scoundrel days