I don't say this about most of my features, but I love my hair. I became devastated about fourteen years ago when I became allergic to hair dye. It took about a year to figure it out. I kept breaking out in hives around special occasions. People would say, well maybe you are nervous to be in your cousin's wedding...no disrespect but why in the hell would I be nervous, I'm not the one getting married. And then the fateful day when I got a deep deep red color and 6 hours after I got home my neck was so swollen in hives that I took so much Benadryl I was knocked out cold. When in the morning I still was swollen, I called the salon and said, "are people allergic to hair dye?" and got a resounding "yes." No fucking way!!!! Had I known what was coming down the pipe line this would have been a blip, but at the time I LOVED dying my hair. I tried for awhile all different types, but after landing in Prednisone land for over 2 weeks a wise decision was made that this was the end of the road. One of the up sides is that because I no longer dyed my hair I have Locks of Loved it twice.
Luckily, I have pretty hair. The color is really nice, and somehow at 41 so far I haven't gone gray...where is the wood I can knock on. Now in the grand scheme of things this hair dye thing, though I still miss those fresh shiny locks that seem to wake up your face, it's one more thing that just moved way down on the list. But this, please no.
|Good Hair Day - November 2012|
I talked to my doctor briefly about it, and she said she was surprised I hadn't lost more sooner. So, we will see. I am ever hopeful it's a temporary situation from the exhaustion of the treatments. I have three more treatment days left and then the summer off. So we are working on the plan to "re-build." If you had given me a list 8 years ago of all that would be taken away from me I would hand you it right back and say give me a bottle of pills and a cozy bed and it's been a good ride. And then you come to find what you are really made of.