You know, I never loved my hair.
In fact, I was pretty sure I hated it until about four months ago when it started falling out.
In the shower, over the sink… on my pillow, in my food. My hair volume is about 50% of what it was earlier this year. I had my thyroid re-tested, miscellaneous bloodwork.. all normal. I eliminated common causes of hair loss, until I was left with one explanation…
It may have triggered my follicles to cease and desist. This equally pisses me off and makes for, yep, MORE STRESS.
Yes, my actual head.
Notice anything BESIDES the thinning hair?
Like red prickly marks?
That was where my dermatologist shot 15 needles INTO MY HEAD.
Scalp to be exact.
I had no idea where he was going with the appointment when he asked, can I give you a steroid injection? To see if it helps your situation? To which I said, yes, whatever.. PLEASE FIX MY HAIR.
I kinda had a panic attack shortly after … I VAGUELY remembered him asking me to collect my hair in envelopes over the next week or two, then all of a sudden the injection (that I thought was going into my arm) was aimed at my head. Oh, and the best line yet…
“this may hurt a little…”
OMFG. It paled in comparison to the, oh, 1000 or so shots I endured during my active duty in infertility. I’d sooner shoot an intramuscular needle into my flesh blindfolded than endure this torture.
He kept injecting and injecting all over my head. My eyes started to water when he proceeded to massage my scalp.
Then he smiled sent me on my way with my homework assignment and set up my next appointment. I am forever changed. And I have a headache.
The only thing scarier than this visit will be the bill when it comes in the mail.
Or if I go bald. (please noooooo)