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<blockquote data-quote="flutterbee" data-source="post: 236968"><p>Yep, 17 times. And it's only about a 5 minute drive from the dealership to our house. 1st and 3rd are really close to each other and I think he was trying to take off from 3rd gear by mistake. At one point, though, we sat through the light at the exit ramp 3 times because he'd keep stalling it and then the light would change. Fortunately, a cop pulled up beside him and gave him some guidance and told him to keep trying - but to hurry because traffic was backing up. And because of the cop, no one was blaring their horn, which would have made him more nervous. I was in the car behind him. I've never driven a manual. Dan was driving me, though, and he was getting ready to jump out and trade places with Devon when he got it going. That time. <img src="/community/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/emoticons/faint.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":faint:" title="faint :faint:" data-shortname=":faint:" /></p><p></p><p>My car, though...geesh...I can't believe how upset I am over this. I got that car 2 weeks before I closed on my house. My dad and both of my exes always told me that I would never amount to anything and at 29, I bought my first home. I lost the house due to my illness and I guess the car was just the final straw, so to speak. I didn't lose the car, but it's gone and I feel like everything I've achieved in life is gone. All because of my stupid body.</p><p></p><p>At one point, I did start to get frustrated with my GP and I'm really glad my mom was there. She was recommending a psychiatrist because of situational depression and to have a psychiatrist in place so if I try the lyrica and have the same reaction to neurontin, etc. I told her that just because I suffer from depression doesn't mean I'm not allowed to feel the range of normal human emotions. My situation *is* frustrating. I *am* frustrated. Frustrated does not equal depression. And my frustration doesn't not exceed the norm. Most days, it's not even there. It waxes and wanes. </p><p></p><p>I told her that if it wasn't for the lexapro and lamictal giving it away, I wouldn't even tell doctors that I have depression because this is what you go through. She said that she knows that I'm not depressed, but she thinks situational depression.... I said, no, this is how I am (I mean, for crying out loud, I had a little over 3 hours sleep and I was in pain - of course I'm not doing cheers). And my mom backed me up. She said when I had the reaction to the neurontin that I called her at 3:30 in the morning after I had called the crisis line and I was really bad. And I was that way for a couple of days. But, then she called me on Thursday and as soon as I answered the phone she could tell that *I* was back. So, what would a psychiatrist do? He would just tell me to stop the lyrica. Which, by the way, I have no intention of taking after my experience with neurontin. My mom said I'm frustrated and have every right to be, but I'm not depressed and that she has seen me depressed; and this isn't it. So, that was very helpful.</p><p></p><p>The guy that did the appraisal on my car - which is what made us start to walk out and then they start saying, nooooo, come back - walked me around my car and there was a small amount of paint scraped off the back bumper and some dings in the doors - like where someone had opened a car door into mine. He said that's going to cost a few hundred dollars to fix. That's when I said nuh uh. I told him that they're not going to fix those. You should have seen the look on his face. I said, you didn't fix them on the Celica. They're minor and expected in a car this old. You're not going to fix them so don't try to knock money off the appraisal for them with that excuse. I'm sorry, do I have "Idiot" tatooed on my forehead??? It really offended me and I told him so. And I told him that I had such a good previous experience with this dealership, but that today I was really disappointed. Besides that, we just spent almost $700 on repairs that you would have had to do before you could resell it, so we saved you money. And I mean literally just spent. We got my car from the same company dealership down the road from service and drove it there to be appraised. </p><p></p><p>So, it was a very long day. I totally lost track of time and Wynter's tutor had been here an hour before we got home. I don't know why it has to take so long to buy a car. It's just stupid. But, a lot of good things came of it. And my body is absolutely screaming tonight. Way overdid it. BUT, my heated mattress pad is on my bed! So, hopefully that will help. </p><p></p><p>I just want my car back. Sigh. This is so silly. I can't even call Devon's old car "my" car yet. You know, I'm not a sentimental person. This really doesn't make any sense.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="flutterbee, post: 236968"] Yep, 17 times. And it's only about a 5 minute drive from the dealership to our house. 1st and 3rd are really close to each other and I think he was trying to take off from 3rd gear by mistake. At one point, though, we sat through the light at the exit ramp 3 times because he'd keep stalling it and then the light would change. Fortunately, a cop pulled up beside him and gave him some guidance and told him to keep trying - but to hurry because traffic was backing up. And because of the cop, no one was blaring their horn, which would have made him more nervous. I was in the car behind him. I've never driven a manual. Dan was driving me, though, and he was getting ready to jump out and trade places with Devon when he got it going. That time. :faint: My car, though...geesh...I can't believe how upset I am over this. I got that car 2 weeks before I closed on my house. My dad and both of my exes always told me that I would never amount to anything and at 29, I bought my first home. I lost the house due to my illness and I guess the car was just the final straw, so to speak. I didn't lose the car, but it's gone and I feel like everything I've achieved in life is gone. All because of my stupid body. At one point, I did start to get frustrated with my GP and I'm really glad my mom was there. She was recommending a psychiatrist because of situational depression and to have a psychiatrist in place so if I try the lyrica and have the same reaction to neurontin, etc. I told her that just because I suffer from depression doesn't mean I'm not allowed to feel the range of normal human emotions. My situation *is* frustrating. I *am* frustrated. Frustrated does not equal depression. And my frustration doesn't not exceed the norm. Most days, it's not even there. It waxes and wanes. I told her that if it wasn't for the lexapro and lamictal giving it away, I wouldn't even tell doctors that I have depression because this is what you go through. She said that she knows that I'm not depressed, but she thinks situational depression.... I said, no, this is how I am (I mean, for crying out loud, I had a little over 3 hours sleep and I was in pain - of course I'm not doing cheers). And my mom backed me up. She said when I had the reaction to the neurontin that I called her at 3:30 in the morning after I had called the crisis line and I was really bad. And I was that way for a couple of days. But, then she called me on Thursday and as soon as I answered the phone she could tell that *I* was back. So, what would a psychiatrist do? He would just tell me to stop the lyrica. Which, by the way, I have no intention of taking after my experience with neurontin. My mom said I'm frustrated and have every right to be, but I'm not depressed and that she has seen me depressed; and this isn't it. So, that was very helpful. The guy that did the appraisal on my car - which is what made us start to walk out and then they start saying, nooooo, come back - walked me around my car and there was a small amount of paint scraped off the back bumper and some dings in the doors - like where someone had opened a car door into mine. He said that's going to cost a few hundred dollars to fix. That's when I said nuh uh. I told him that they're not going to fix those. You should have seen the look on his face. I said, you didn't fix them on the Celica. They're minor and expected in a car this old. You're not going to fix them so don't try to knock money off the appraisal for them with that excuse. I'm sorry, do I have "Idiot" tatooed on my forehead??? It really offended me and I told him so. And I told him that I had such a good previous experience with this dealership, but that today I was really disappointed. Besides that, we just spent almost $700 on repairs that you would have had to do before you could resell it, so we saved you money. And I mean literally just spent. We got my car from the same company dealership down the road from service and drove it there to be appraised. So, it was a very long day. I totally lost track of time and Wynter's tutor had been here an hour before we got home. I don't know why it has to take so long to buy a car. It's just stupid. But, a lot of good things came of it. And my body is absolutely screaming tonight. Way overdid it. BUT, my heated mattress pad is on my bed! So, hopefully that will help. I just want my car back. Sigh. This is so silly. I can't even call Devon's old car "my" car yet. You know, I'm not a sentimental person. This really doesn't make any sense. [/QUOTE]
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