Reality Check Again

I knew something was happening when I found I could not easily scratch my head when I got up without pain and the chore of combing through my thick hair was quite uncomfortable. I thought it to be similar to having had my hair in a pony tail holder for days and then taking it down or having had surgery and NOT being able to wash my hair (which was not the case) but the folicles felt like that.

We were preparing to go pick up Sarah from the airport so I hopped in the shower. Before I realized, I was holding clumps of hair in my hand with each wash of the shampoo. I called Nick into the bathroom and announced -we have a problem Houston! Then came the drying and by the time it was all said and done, I had a pile of hair the size of a grapefruit.

If I had a dollar for ever hairdresser that said I had thick hair I would be rich. We laugh at that, but in the shower, I was thinking, this "thick hair" isn't gonna be thick much longer at this rate.

The folicles are very tender and I think the weight of the hair that remains makes them sore. Sarah and I may be having that head shavin party this week after all. `BRENDA