People that really know me know that I have a healthy disdain for hair. Hair that is not attached to the body grosses me out. I can go into what seems to be a spotless space and my eyes find the one hair that is in the corner out of most people's sight. When I go into a hotel room the first thing I do is pull off the top comforter that is never washed (everyone should), I then pull back the sheets and look for hair. If I find one that bed is now off limits. Going into bathrooms, I have to check out the tub, the sink, the toilet, and the floor. Almost always there is hair somewhere in there taunting me.
When it's slushy or super rainy weather and you walk into a public place and see hair on the floor clumped together---- stop the press- I can't walk over that!
I am in a current state of mourning for my own hair. It's falling out and it's everywhere - all over my clothes, all over the house, on Greg's clothes, on Eric's clothes, in hair balls after pulling clothes out of the dryer, on the counters... Ahhhhhh- it's EVERYWHERE!!!
One of the side effects of my meds is hair loss. It's a bummer. I'm not a high maintenance girl but it was nice to get my hair colored and cut, now I'm scared to wash it. Every time I touch my head, hair comes out. The transplant team says this is common and it will come back. I pray this is true because right now there is no end in sight. I'm fortunate I started with a thick head of hair but that is not the current case.
If only the hair loss would be from my legs....