Josi (O-Josi-O) (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} eris_devotee) wrote,@ 2009-07-01 12:19:00 |
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Thanks to bouncing between hyper- and hypo-thyroidism several times in the past 2 months... my hair is falling out in fistfuls.
I have a lot of hair, so it's not as bad as it would be for someone with less hair (or straight hair), but it doesn't show signs of letting up either. It started about a week ago. I was REALLY upset about it, but I can't do anything to change it and if I end up patchy or balding, I'll shave it all off and start over. I have a big ole alien head, and I can't let the sun touch my scalp, so I might look into a wig for the short term.
There's a chance it won't all grow back... but... I really don't think that will happen to me. I've been really sick for a long time, and it took majorly fucking with my hormones in a very short time period for it to finally get to my hair. Not even chemo got to my hair (although there's a chance that chemo *plus* the thyroid stuff is what it took to make my hair fall out).
I pushed myself through the emotions of it quickly, though, because I just don't have time for self-pity right now. My first reaction was the strangest - when I saw the huge gob of hair on the hairbrush and imagined a resulting bald patch, I felt oddly ashamed. Fortunately, that reaction seemed ridiculous so I laughed that off and moved on to FUCK, THAT'S MY HAIR rather quickly. Then I went to dammit, I'm 38 years old, I have scars all over my face - my freakin hair is what I have left!. Then I worried that Bob would find me old and haggard if I lost too much hair. Then another huge gob came out in the shower and I realized that what's going to happen is going to happen.
My hair is sorta my in-person trademark - poofy blonde (big messy) curls that fly all over when I move my head. People who haven't seen me in a long time can tell it's me from behind, even if I have a totally different hair cut. I've been likened to Woodstock (Snoopy's bird friend) by several different people. And I am not ok with losing my hair, but I also can't let it wound me.
I'm turning comments off for this post.
I have a lot of hair, so it's not as bad as it would be for someone with less hair (or straight hair), but it doesn't show signs of letting up either. It started about a week ago. I was REALLY upset about it, but I can't do anything to change it and if I end up patchy or balding, I'll shave it all off and start over. I have a big ole alien head, and I can't let the sun touch my scalp, so I might look into a wig for the short term.
There's a chance it won't all grow back... but... I really don't think that will happen to me. I've been really sick for a long time, and it took majorly fucking with my hormones in a very short time period for it to finally get to my hair. Not even chemo got to my hair (although there's a chance that chemo *plus* the thyroid stuff is what it took to make my hair fall out).
I pushed myself through the emotions of it quickly, though, because I just don't have time for self-pity right now. My first reaction was the strangest - when I saw the huge gob of hair on the hairbrush and imagined a resulting bald patch, I felt oddly ashamed. Fortunately, that reaction seemed ridiculous so I laughed that off and moved on to FUCK, THAT'S MY HAIR rather quickly. Then I went to dammit, I'm 38 years old, I have scars all over my face - my freakin hair is what I have left!. Then I worried that Bob would find me old and haggard if I lost too much hair. Then another huge gob came out in the shower and I realized that what's going to happen is going to happen.
My hair is sorta my in-person trademark - poofy blonde (big messy) curls that fly all over when I move my head. People who haven't seen me in a long time can tell it's me from behind, even if I have a totally different hair cut. I've been likened to Woodstock (Snoopy's bird friend) by several different people. And I am not ok with losing my hair, but I also can't let it wound me.
I'm turning comments off for this post.
