One day it changed. Suddenly, almost over night it was decided by the doctors that it was not just childhood "cradle crap" any more. Suddenly it was dubbed Psoriasis. I took this to mean that I was no longer cute. I'd reached that age where you are suddenly not a little kid any more, but a gangly child instead. No longer will you be let off being five cents short for an ice-cream. No longer can you swim naked at the beach. And now your flaky scalp is no longer a sign of cuteness, of dear sweet cradle cap. No, now it is a full blown skin condition. Eewww!
Over the years, I have tried everything to treat my psoriasis. I have been prescribed the same old crap multiple times, all of it gussied up to look different, but it's all the same. Putrid, stinky and astringent. Burning the dry skin off and also frying the under layer of new skin too.
I tried oils. After an expensive dermatologist visit (pre google) I was told to go home and use cooking oil on my head. "I've tried that" I said. "Well try coconut oil then! Bye now" and so on. The coconut oil felt quite good going on, but it sets hard in the hair and is a real bugger to wash out! Especially when you are trying not to use shampoo due to the irritation caused by its foaming agents.
At one point I discovered German camomile oil. It was fantastic. It soothed the itching and also reduced the dry skin. It was all good. But after 10 years of using it, I seem to have grown immune to its good graces. It no longer does the trick.
Another interesting thing I have discovered is that psoriasis really likes to play up when you are sleep deprived. As I have two young kids I seldom sleep through the night undisturbed. So of course my head has been all the itch.
The worst part of it all. The truly tragic part is that I can not get a full head of blonde hair colour. For years I have ogled pictures of manic panic hair colours. Bright pinks and purples, pastels, maybe even a burnt tangerine? But alas, when my hair stylist saw my flaky scalp she shook her head. "WHAT!?" I shrieked. What do you mean no? But it was no use. The bleach would burn my head raw. The only option was to do copious amounts of high blonde foils and then use a pink rinse over the top, hoping that all of my hair was blonde enough not to leave to many straggly dark bits. The finished result wasn't bad, though not what I had my heart set on.
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