I've taken on a new surprisingly lackadaisical attitude about my car. I won't even touch it anymore after the episode last Saturday night. I am so finished with it.

M tried taking it to an auto shop that said "imports" on the sign on Monday morning but the mechanic refused as soon as he saw it, saying they didn't touch BMWs. He took it to the second shop and they said an appointment was required. So he made an appointment for today, the earliest slot they had available.

He took the car over there bright and early this morning, where it stayed all day undergoing serious investigation. At 4:45, they called him to say that they'd given up and could he come pick the car up ASAP?

Everything appears okay. But it's obviously not.

So now we're back at square one again. I'm so beside myself. I don't even know what to do. The closest BMW specialist is 25 miles away and I don't think I have the nerve to drive it all the way there.

I've been spending quite a bit of time researching everything I can about my new car. I found all the local VW dealership web sites where I can do handy searches. I learned how to negotiate with car salesmen. I learned that it's actually a pretty good economic time to be buying a used car. I renegotiated the terms of my pre-approved loan and got an improved 5.2% interest rate if I go to a dealership. Yeah!

So at least I have something I can look forward to.

My health continues to baffle me. I've had a migraine since around 9:00 pm on Tuesday evening. I had dinner and drinks with my friend, Kris (where I picked her brain about her recent used car purchasing experience), and started to develop a nasty migraine on the way home.

I had the works: severe head pain that radiated down through my spine, waverly vision, and nausea. Light hurts. Moving my head hurts. Hell, lying in the dark with my eyes closed hurts! It's the kind of pain that requires extreme focus in order to cope.

Today I had to call my boss and tell her I couldn't accompany her to the out-of-town meeting we were supposed to go to together. She had to call and re-schedule. I feel like such an ass. Especially because I was out sick yesterday, too... as well as one day last week and one day the week before last. Is this insane or what?!

So I called my doctor today and begged for a same-day appointment but today, for the first time ever, I was not allowed one because they were understaffed. However, she was able to prescribe me Vicodin over the phone until my appointment next week, so that was something.

I've already made a list of everything we're going to discuss at next week's appointment. It's a doozie; I hope she's patient.

The good news is that I'm sitting here at rock bottom and things can only get better from here. Yippee.