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Well isn't this delightful
May. 23rd, 2018 11:23 amYou might recall I had the flu this year, yes? I'm pretty sure I only mentioned it a hundred billion times because I am a big old baby.
Turns out that it had one last "fuck you" to send my way.
Yeah, my hair is shedding like crazy. At first I thought it was just the usual shedding. My hair is thick and I shed like a cat, which is to say a lot. I was not allowed to brush my hair in certain rooms because the vacuum would die a horrible, horrible death as my hair strangled it. But then I noticed it was a little more than usual. And by a little, I mean like twice as much. So I tell myself this is madness and I'm imagining it and DO NOT PANIC because the stress of panicking will totally make this thing that is not happening HAPPPEN and I can't pull bald off, ok?
Mm. My hair is now the thinnest I think it has been since I was maybe five? Seven? Definitely since I was ten, as my hair went from from platinum blond (much as I hate to say it, think SVH Amy) to much darker blond and thick and wavy and capable of eating brushes whole.
It is the last fuck you from the flu as the stress to my system at the time was pretty friggin' awful and not helped by having to immediately jump back into work and worrying about Mom and yeah.
Sigh. Jessica there in the icon understands. I'm not vain about a lot of things, but I do like my hair. I like it dyed, I like it with the silver and the white Rogue streak thing going on, I like it eating hair brushes for lunch (I mean, not really then but I do like to joke about it)... It's not the most awesome hair in all existence (Z is still winner and champion) but I like it and it's got it's fair share of stories. I do not particularly care for this story, however.
Turns out that it had one last "fuck you" to send my way.
Yeah, my hair is shedding like crazy. At first I thought it was just the usual shedding. My hair is thick and I shed like a cat, which is to say a lot. I was not allowed to brush my hair in certain rooms because the vacuum would die a horrible, horrible death as my hair strangled it. But then I noticed it was a little more than usual. And by a little, I mean like twice as much. So I tell myself this is madness and I'm imagining it and DO NOT PANIC because the stress of panicking will totally make this thing that is not happening HAPPPEN and I can't pull bald off, ok?
Mm. My hair is now the thinnest I think it has been since I was maybe five? Seven? Definitely since I was ten, as my hair went from from platinum blond (much as I hate to say it, think SVH Amy) to much darker blond and thick and wavy and capable of eating brushes whole.
It is the last fuck you from the flu as the stress to my system at the time was pretty friggin' awful and not helped by having to immediately jump back into work and worrying about Mom and yeah.
Sigh. Jessica there in the icon understands. I'm not vain about a lot of things, but I do like my hair. I like it dyed, I like it with the silver and the white Rogue streak thing going on, I like it eating hair brushes for lunch (I mean, not really then but I do like to joke about it)... It's not the most awesome hair in all existence (Z is still winner and champion) but I like it and it's got it's fair share of stories. I do not particularly care for this story, however.