So this morning we got a phone call from Sissy’s mother. Apparently, she has quite a case of head lice.
She said she’s been itching a lot, for about a week. Of course she didn’t mention this to us while she was here.
Never having experienced such a thing, I consulted Doctor Google. And read horrifying things about chemical treatments. And heartening things about dealing with the situation. Thankfully.
I bought a special comb and inspected BB. He seems to be okay. The comb hurts him too much and he won’t hold still long enough to do any sort of reasonable job, but I just cut his hair the other day, and it’s very short. I don’t see anything there.
Similarly, I cut Gadget’s hair very short the other day as well, and don’t see anything there.
I spent an hour and a half in the shower, working through my own hair. And found nits. About six of them. Or maybe ten. I don’t know. It’s very distressing. The comb yanked out handfuls of hair, like a razor blade, and left my scalp feeling raw, so no wonder BB wouldn’t cooperate.
I’m going to go through Gadget’s next, with the comb. He had more contact with his daughter than I did, but he has so much less hair than I do. Hopefully he’s nit free.
Now I have to go through this scalp raking for a while until I am certain I’m nit free. At least I didn’t find anything hatched, which means I might have caught it in time. I hope.
Maybe I’ll just shave BB and Gadget’s heads, for good measure.
For me, I’m not ready for the Sinead O’Connor look.
And I have a lot more laundry to do.
