Saturday, May 15, 2010
Well, this doesn't seem fair
And now I have bald patches.
And pictures to prove it.
My googling tells me that this type of hair loss is often caused by a major stressor a few months prior, which totally makes sense to me. A few months ago I was cycling through the stages of grief, coming to terms with the fact that Maya's disabilities may not be as short lived as I had hoped. I was depressed, I was finding a support group, I was changing her therapists. I was kind of a mess for a few hours everyday.
But how unfair is that----that you go through a traumatic time, and then a while later lose your hair?! What the hell. Seriously.
So hopefully I'm going through a big shed, and the hair will come back rapidly. Dave asked me yesterday (mid-panic attack) if I'm stressed about things now, and through my tears I laughed and pointed at my head and said "Yes! My hair!"
But I've got to at least put it out here. I often things of the Indigo Girls saying "You have to laugh at yourself, because you'd cry your eyes out if you didn't." And so, expect balding jokes, people. And, if things get any worse, expect some unique fashion statements (would it be weird to glue a flower to the top of my head? or color my patches with magic marker?).
And now, pictures:
A bald patch in the front, along the part: (try to ignore the frames without pictures that adorn our bathroom)
The biggest and scariest patch. I hate to even look at this. Thank goodness I'm fairly tall and have enough hair to change my part around and cover it.