Like it wasn't bad enough that I look like my father facially. Now apparently I've inherited his hairline as well. Prior to his current midlife crisis, my dad was pretty much bald. I used to say it was because his scalp never got to see daylight, let alone oxygen, because he'd never take his cap off. Never. Ever. Not even to sleep. Once we took a trip to the Redneck Riviera, a.k.a. Panama City Beach, and this huge wave knocked off both his hat and his bathing suit. Guess which item he went for first? Yeah, it's the one that rhymes with cat. Turns out, that's not the cause of his baldness, or at least it's not the only cause. He has an overactive thyroid.He's not as bald these days. Thanks to his newest marriage to Step Skank, his bald spot has been somewhat replaced by a bunch of hair plugs. (Former Step Thing's niece, Old Cross-Eyed What's Her Name, claimed he got his toupee sewed onto his head, but I don't really think that's possible, LOL.) While he has hair coming in, mine seems to be falling out. I had the same problem this time last year. I thought at the time it was due to my hormones being out of whack from going off the pill, but seeing as I haven't taken Yasmin in over a year, I can't blame the hormones. Maybe it's stress this time. I'm definitely stressed over the job situation, being broke, not being able to sell my house, etc; or maybe it's my bad genes. Either way, I just thought of one more thing to add to my Christmas list--the Sally Beauty Supply version of Nioxin. It helped my hair grow last time. Hopefully, it still will because I don't like seeing this wide of a part or looking this much like the Toothless Wonder.
Which reminds me, why hasn't anyone ever started a Hair Club for Women? Maybe I should.
