Maybe Vitamin B Would Help
I read an article in the newspaper this morning that really lifted my spirits. Numerous women were interviewed, all of them detailing harrowing tales of widening parts, hair missing at their temples, bald spots all over the backs of their heads. I’m so happy about this. No, wait . . . that sounds mean. I’m not saying I’m glad this is happening to them. I’m just relieved to know I’m not the only one.
There was scientific info in the article too, stuff about telomeres and resting hairs. My hairs are not resting, not playing possum either. They’re dropping dead, hanging off the elbow of my coat sleeve, twining into my hairbrush, clogging up the sink drain. Just now, one fluttered in a death spiral and landed on my keyboard.
Thinning hair seems to accompany the passage of time, so at first I thought that’s what was happening. But, there’s just too much hair loss to be explained away by aging. After reading the article, I realize that pandemic stress and anxiety is likely a contributing factor. Of course we are stressed. Life as it was a year ago is an aching memory, and our entire culture wears the cloak of profound loss and grief.
Now I’m stressed about being stressed. What a vicious circle this is drawing around me. For the past year, I have been personally responsible for the financial success of the M&M™ factory, but there is not enough chocolate in the world to stop my hair from falling out. Maybe taking some Vitamin B stress tabs would un-stress me? Probably won’t hurt, but B can stand for something else, too: B for the blue sky and B for the unmasked blue jays outside, calling to each other, getting in Spring mode and pairing up. There will be baby blue jays with little downy feathers and I will have new baby hairs sticking straight up on the top of my head. Life goes on . . .