When Hairy Met Scalpy
by Adam & Lara on 09/29/10
Adam here, the hairier of the two authors of this blog... or so your memory recalls.
About 2 months ago hair started falling out of my head in big clumps, leaving me with 2 cricket-ball-sized (between the size of a squash ball and a jai-alai ball) bald spots connected by a sparse tundra of thin hairs.
It actually looks pretty good here, but trust me I looked like the Tales From The Crypt guy.
According to the doctor I had a yeast infection on my scalp that would continue to make my hair fall out if untreated, and even if it was treated, it would continue to give my friends from the States punch-line material for up to 10 years.
According to my coworkers I was just going bald in an extremely abrupt and hilarious way, and I needed to accept it.
According to Method Man, herb got my wig fried like a bad perm.
What the blood, clot?
So I began a treatment that involved taking antibiotics, rubbing steroid lotion onto my scalp twice a day, and washing my hair with brown-colored shampoo that smells like coal tar. That didn't work so I bought a new awesome hat. That only worked when I had my hat on - the rest of the time I had bald spots plus hat hair, which according to one of my coworkers made my hair look like "the hair of a dead corpse that has been rotting for a few days in a moist environment." In a last ditch effort to fix the problem I tried this:
Like all the best hairstyles, the Double Fem-Bob looks great but can't stand up to the toils of everyday life.