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Recall, if you will, that about three, three and a half weeks ago I was blindsided by a mysterious depressive episode. I said, among other things, that what I was dealing with was certainly nothing a lot of people don't deal with every day, quite a bit less than what people deal with every day, even, but because I don't deal with it every day I was much less equipped to deal with my slight funk than many people are to deal with their un-slight caverns of despair.
Such is now the case with my hair. Sort of. Stick with me, it'll make sense in a minute.
I am not, repeat am not, a person with dry hair. Nosiree. Mine is perhaps not the oiliest hair I've ever met, but it's sure up there, and nothing I have ever tried has ever changed that. I have to wash it every day. Twenty-four hours after I wash it, it has a sort of dull sheen that I can get away with if I tie it back and don't let it move much; but thirty hours after I wash it, the comb leaves tracks in it, so skipping any more than a single day's hair-washing is right out unless I intend not to leave the house for any reason.
This is washing with gentle daily-use stuff, by the way -- not with nasty harsh oil-stripping "for oily hair" stuff, which I understand to be counter-productive. Actually, because my hair is also quite fine, prone to breaking, and very, very smooth, it's strengthening or extra-volume type stuff. I'll take it any way I can get it.
But in the past week or so (at least I hope it's just the past week, and not that it's always been like this and I've never noticed and nobody has ever told me), I'm flaking like a crazy person. I'm a Head & Shoulders commercial over here. Every time I turn my head, I see specks on my shoulder. I can only hope there's not dandruff standing out starkly against my (right?) dark hair. God. Where did this dry (and itchy) scalp come from? (I also don't have dry skin, by the way. I mean, I do, but on my elbows and my legs, right? Not on my face and my head. ARGH.)
And what can be done? Do I need some kind of moisturizing shampoo or conditioner? (I sometimes use such things in the winter, when the air is so dry it leaches the moisture out of everything; it has never occurred to me to do so in summer.) This runs so counter to all my experiences and expectations that I'm kind of flummoxed.
Such is now the case with my hair. Sort of. Stick with me, it'll make sense in a minute.
I am not, repeat am not, a person with dry hair. Nosiree. Mine is perhaps not the oiliest hair I've ever met, but it's sure up there, and nothing I have ever tried has ever changed that. I have to wash it every day. Twenty-four hours after I wash it, it has a sort of dull sheen that I can get away with if I tie it back and don't let it move much; but thirty hours after I wash it, the comb leaves tracks in it, so skipping any more than a single day's hair-washing is right out unless I intend not to leave the house for any reason.
This is washing with gentle daily-use stuff, by the way -- not with nasty harsh oil-stripping "for oily hair" stuff, which I understand to be counter-productive. Actually, because my hair is also quite fine, prone to breaking, and very, very smooth, it's strengthening or extra-volume type stuff. I'll take it any way I can get it.
But in the past week or so (at least I hope it's just the past week, and not that it's always been like this and I've never noticed and nobody has ever told me), I'm flaking like a crazy person. I'm a Head & Shoulders commercial over here. Every time I turn my head, I see specks on my shoulder. I can only hope there's not dandruff standing out starkly against my (right?) dark hair. God. Where did this dry (and itchy) scalp come from? (I also don't have dry skin, by the way. I mean, I do, but on my elbows and my legs, right? Not on my face and my head. ARGH.)
And what can be done? Do I need some kind of moisturizing shampoo or conditioner? (I sometimes use such things in the winter, when the air is so dry it leaches the moisture out of everything; it has never occurred to me to do so in summer.) This runs so counter to all my experiences and expectations that I'm kind of flummoxed.