Oh my gosh, what a day it's been. I was up all night with my legs and finally got to sleep sometime around 6am, only to get up at 9:30. My mom took me to my GP appointment. I was afraid of how the appointment was going to go. Ever since the GYN told me that I'm really lucky to have my doctor because most doctor's don't want to deal with 'complicated' patients. So, I guess that has always been in the back of my mind that she is going to get frustrated and dump me. Well, not at all. She has become very unhappy with the pain doctor she sent me to - the one she really liked. Not only did he offer nothing for me, he's been excruiatingly selective with who he'll take and they've had 2 other patients who have gotten basically the same treatment that I did. I told her I'm tired of looking into what is going on; that I figure it's going to take something that smacks them in the face before they can identify it. She agreed. So, we are going with the fibro and CFS diagnosis for now. She is totally for me applying for disability. In addition, she sent a referral to a sports doctor who does accupuncture and I already have an appointment for Monday. The initial visit will be covered by my insurance, but the actual procedure will be out of pocket. Further, she's referring me to another hospital for pain mgmt. She didn't do this right away because it's almost an hour away and she knows how hard it is for me to get around. However, it's close to my mom, so I'll just schedule for days when I can go to my mom's and she can take me. It's in downtown Columbus; I'll never find it on my own. Not with my cognitive issues - I get turned around so easily now. And the good thing about this place is everything is right there: the pain doctor, the PT, water therapy, etc - all overseen by the pain doctor. Had my car towed to the dealership last night. $665 today for the repair. I had a tune up done by a reputable mechanic 18 months ago. Apparently, the aftermarket spark plugs and wires used weren't compatible with my car. So, essentially it got another tune up plus some scheduled maintenance. We get home from the doctor and grocery shopping - still waiting on the car. And then the rest of the story unfolds. Devon had his heart set on this 2000 Toyota Celica that he found Monday. He just got his car about 6 months ago. I told him that he did not need to start out life in debt and that he should save his money and then he could trade in his car and pay cash for the rest. He asked what Nana (my mom) would say and I told him she would say the same thing. In the meantime, the GP HAD ordered blood work for Devon on Monday. The office staff didn't let us know. So, after this conversation took place with him and my mom about the Celica - I wasn't in the room - he left to go do that. He came back in a really, really bad mood. He hadn't even made it to the lab yet. He was just ticked. I guess he was feeling criticized by everyone. Or so he said. Except, that while he was gone we were all talking (my mom, me, Devon's friend and Devon's girlfriend). My car is just going to be one expense after another. We've put way more money into my car in the last year than it's worth and I know that the next thing to go is going to be the transmission. It's just throwing good money after bad. So, when he came back we wanted to talk to him about it. Except he was royally ticked and wouldn't talk and stormed out of the house after making sure he was going to the right lab. I mean, just completely walked away from me. I followed him out and told him not to walk away from me when I'm talking to him and he kept going. My mom went out and he left. I called his cell and it was turned off. I left a not at all nice message about how he messed (NOT the word I used) up because we were going to talk to him about the Celica and since he walked away from me like that, not to plan on doing anything this weekend. A few minutes later, a woman from the lab called since Devon is only 17 to make sure it was ok to do the blood draw. I answered and then asked her (in that syrupy sweet voice that any mom knows means momma ain't happy) if she could do me a favor and ask Devon to call me - that it's really important. She said, "He's standing right here. Would you like for me to put him on the phone?" in a conspiring tone of voice. To which I replied, "I would *love* that." Then told Devon to check his voicemail and he needed to come home after his appointment. Boy, did he feel like a jerk. In the end, we traded my car for the Celica. Devon is going to be making payments to my mom every month and I now have Devon's car. I couldn't believe how hard it was to part with my car. I cried. Then I said it was stupid. And I cried some more. And as always with buying a car, there's a bunch of BS that you have to put up with and I have to say that getting ticked off sometimes really pays off. I'm not this meek person. When someone is BS'ing, I call them on it. And they really don't know what to do with that. And we were walking out and I had to walk back to get the key to my car (from when they appraised it) and they didn't want to give it to me. "Let's see what we can do here." It also helped that I knew this car had been sitting on the lot for 90 days because banks won't finance a car with 100,000 miles on it and that if they didn't sell it, like now, it would end up going to auction where they would lose a lot of money on it. A lot of people don't know that. However, we bought our car from another dealership owned by the same company (they have like 12 or something) and we learned a lot. Plus, they had already lowered the price $2000 in those 3 months. So, Devon has his new car. It's a manual. He's driven manuals before, but these gears are really tight and he stalled it 17 times on the way home. And I have a dependable car. I guess it doesn't matter that I don't like the car I'll be driving now. I don't drive much anyway. I miss my car. I can't believe I would ever say that. But, I really miss my car. Quite an eventful day. I'm exhausted.