Shannon Stacey

Geeks, vitamins and a throbbing knuckle

I’ve fallen prey in the last several weeks to a variety of minor physical ailments. Upset stomach here, pinched nerve there, headaches everywhere. The tall kid tried to present me with a dissertation on the important balance between physical, mental and emotional health, after which I reminded him again if he doesn’t step away from Wikipedia once in a while he’s going to know everything there is to know about swirlies and go stag to the prom.

Have I mentioned the only reason we have a ’67 Mustang is to insure our oldest can someday maybe get a date?

Anyway, my sister sided with him. Stress and grieving weaken one’s physical health. (Which I do know, but I was looking for sympathy. FYI, it’s between shit and syphillis in the dictionary.) She suggested vitamins. Seeing as her post-high school years include a nursing degree from UNH and mine include waiting tables for $2.13 an hour, I usually bow to her in medical matters.

Off I went to Walmart to buy vitamins. Had a ten in my pocket. That’s enough for some decent vitamins.

It’s not my fault Walmart’s floor plan requires me to walk past the book aisle to get to the vitamin aisle. Seriously.

So in my vitamin-less state, is it any wonder I have injured myself again?

I’m a finger-snapper. My mom was a finger-snapper (presumably still is). When Mom’s fingers snap, the whole world freezes. Nobody’s sure who’s doing what wrong, but it’s time to stop.

Talking while Mom’s on the phone? Snap. Bickering in the car? Snap. Making firetruck noises while Mom’s reading a steamy scene in the book she picked up at Walmart? Snap. (Husbands HATE being snapped at, FYI.)

My boys are going through a phase right now in which they’re playing out an epic battle of Obnoxious versus More Obnoxious and the battlefield is always within ten feet of Mom.


Yes, I snapped so hard the knuckle of my right middle fingers is throbbing. I mean, it seriously hurts.

If I go through Lawn & Garden, the vitamin aisle is before the book aisle. Wish me luck.

7 comments to “Geeks, vitamins and a throbbing knuckle”

  1. Charlene
      · September 28th, 2007 at 10:40 am · Link

    I’d rather have a book than vitamins. :thumb: But whatever makes you feel better.

  2. Michelle
      · September 28th, 2007 at 6:17 pm · Link

    :lmao: This killed me because I am a snapper and my dh absolutely hates it. A lot. But it’s the only way I can get my oldest son’s attention. I don’t do it to waiteresses or any other kind of service people. Mostly to my kids, and maybe a couple of times to my dh, but that did NOT go over well so I try not to do it anymore.

    Sometimes you remind me a lot of me. Sorry if that scares you! LOL:crazy:

  3. Ann Wesley Hardin
      · September 28th, 2007 at 10:15 pm · Link

    Shan, during my heaviest grief period I started taking Schiff Single Day. They’re a super-powered antioxident blend that gives a feeling of well-being (read: makes you high *gg* j/k) They really helped alot. Also, fish oil pills might help. God knows why but they definitely helped me. I notice when I don’t take them.

    God bless, kiddo. These be tough times.

  4. Shannon
      · September 28th, 2007 at 10:38 pm · Link

    The book DID cheer me up, Charli :rofl:

    Oh, and you know what husbands REALLY hate? The spit wash. Once—and only once—I, without thinking, licked my thumb and wiped a smudge off my husband’s cheek.

    Did. Not. Appreciate. It.

    I wrote those down, Ann. Not sure about the fish oil, but since it’s pills, I’ll give them a shot. :hug:

  5. Ann Wesley Hardin
      · September 29th, 2007 at 12:09 am · Link

    Yeah, ya know, I came back in here to say that losing yourself in a book is rockin’ therapy. That, and comedy movies.

    Back away from explosions and death. Real life death has a funky way of spoiling any kind of movie death–even the villain’s. For years. Trust me on this.

    Go for the romances and the comedy. No matter how stupid they may be.

  6. Ann Wesley Hardin
      · October 4th, 2007 at 7:24 am · Link

    Oh hey, Shan, I popped back in to tell you that I just read an interesting study about fish oil. Seems Omega-3 fat replenishes DHA in our brains. Depressed people have low DHA levels. So there really is something in the fish oil theory. Funny, huh?

    Take them!

  7. Shannon
      · October 4th, 2007 at 2:12 pm · Link

    Really? Considering my family history I probably should have been popping fish oil since like…birth. Definitely picking some up.

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