Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Stress can aggrevate your condition...

I don't have health insurance right now and I'm pissed. My hair has started falling out again.

I had a decent bout of alopecia areata in the early 90's that seriously fucked with my moshing career (hard to be all reckless and head-bangy when you're worried the cute guy in the tattoos thinks your patchy bald head is NASTY), and I fear it's back.

Now, as you may all know, I recently had a baby and am currently breastfeeding that baby around the clock; two things that can wreak havoc on one's hair.... but with my history, the confirmed alopecia diagnosis... I just don't think I can blame this on the baby, too.

So thanks to Google, I now believe I also have pernicious anemia and a thyroid condition. My kingdom for a complimentary CBC and a TSH!

Head, meet pillow

For the past two nights, big-daddy-main-man-sgueglia, has taken the "first shift" with the Milkman. This means that for the past two nights I HAVE SLEPT UNTIL 4 IN THE MORNING WITHOUT INTERRUPTION (if you don't count the dream I had last night with Dennis Hopper chasing me down with a weird pointy penis through an Old Timey Wild West Town as an interruption, that is *shudder*).