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The truth about hair loss

A couple months ago:

I was in the shower, combing the conditioner through my hair. When I finished, I held the comb in front of me to rinse it off before putting it away.

I looked at the comb. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my system. I nearly screamed in shock. The comb was full of hair. Not just a little bit. Full.

I ran my fingers through my wet hair. Strand upon strand of hair tangled around my fingers, completely free of my head. Oh. My. Gosh. WTFrick?

Then I remembered. It happened after I had Hannah too. Only that time I had no idea having a baby can make your hair fall out. At least this time I knew. Except I seemed to have pushed that horroble memory from my brain.

Now:

My hair is still falling out. It’s slowing down, but it’s still going. My pony tail (if I could make one) is about half the thickness it usually is. And my hair is thin anyway. Most of the time my left ear decides to look ridiculous and poke out through my thin, stick-straight hair. No, never the right ear, only the left, no matter how I part it.

My hairline started to recede. And let me just tell you, I have a rather unfortunate hairline anyway. So much so, that my entire life, I’ve had some form of fringe/bangs. When I was little, it was the straight across, grab some scissors and do it myself bangs. Fine, until I was 17. I was awkward like that. Then and now, it’s varying lenghts of the side swept fringe. All to cover my unfortunate hair line.

In my experience, getting my hair dyed makes it look thicker. So off to the salon I went. To be a blonde again. I got a lot of length off and added layers so it would have some body and make me look not so bald, and cover that obnoxious ear. It looked pretty ok. For a couple weeks.

But after a while all that hair starts to grow back. All at once. Crap. Sure it’s a good thing. Except my natural hair colour is mousey/dirty dishwater brownish-blonde. And right now my hair is dyed blonde.

Through my nicely blonded hair now pokes thousands of dirty dishwater brownish-blonde hairs. Sticking straight up. My hairline is a mass of tiny brownish-blonde hairs beyond the blonded line. Sticking straight down, all in my face and obvious.

They will continue to grow and stick out and up for months until finally they have enough weight to hold them down. It’s like a poorly done I-kind-of-wanted-a-mullet-but-chickened-out-at-the-last-minute type thing. It’s horrible really. Anything even remotely resembling a mullet is.

Last time this happened (after Hannah was born), I just put it in a ponytail and smoothed it all down with hairspray. That seemed to hide it pretty well. Except for the little corner of hairline that shows where the side sweeping starts.

But my wrist is broken. I can’t put my hair up. Or do anything else with it for that matter. So not only is it sticking up everywhere, it’s also all tangly, not washed very well, and pretty much looks as if some birds had a wild all night party in it. And my cast is starting to smell. Sigh.

P.S. Do you like my left-handed drawings? Had to do them on the iPad (which probably made it easier) since the graphics tablet still isn’t working.

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