On Easter, we sat at my aunt’s house, talking about childhood injuries & illnesses and the talk turned to lice. I have been through that devil plague wit my kids and I can tell you that long after the infestation has been cleared, the effects will live with you for a long time – possibly forever. not your kids – your kids will be all, whatever two days later, but you’ll be the one who – five years later – still loses my shit every time I feel even the tiniest itch on my head (and I didn’t even have them!)
So anyway, I was telling everyone how I’m nuts and obsessive, and how I completely overreact if one hair as much as moves in the breeze and feels like a tiny tickle or itch. I immediately go into a several hour panic, scratching and feeling around in my scalp for what is obviously some kind of creepy crawly. And then we all laughed and laughed at how crazy I am.
And then Monday, I was sitting at my desk at work, ran my fingers through my hair, and discovered a tick.
IN MY HAIR!!!!!!!
Who’s crazy now, bitches???
(OK, it’s me – I’m still crazy. Because once you find a tick crawling around in your hair, it’s pretty much crazytown from here on out. Of all thing to be right about, it had to be this one.)