I fucking hate nits. We have only ever had them once in this house, DD had them. It was summer. We spent most of our time on Wembury Beach. For those who don't know it, it's made of grey sand. Sand gets into hair and is difficult to wash out. So, for most of the summer she had scruffy beach/sea hair with little bits of sand along her hairline that were quite stubbornly not washing out. For The Whole Of The Summer. They were not little bits of sand. They were the husks of the fucking nits. Oh My God. It was horrific. DD had long hair. I had short hair and I itched just thinking about it. I felt like a terrible mother, don't know if I passed it to our friends, or if they gave it to DD, but, wow, her head was crawling with the fucking things. I bought a nitty gritty comb and every now and again when I see her scratching her head I cover her entire hair with conditioner and spend 2 hours combing through, you know, just in case while breathing panicky breaths at the prospect of seeing one.
Talking about it is making me head itch now.
I am not going to jump off the diving board
a friend of mine has said that the impact of the water on my feet will be similar to landing on the ground from a short distance such as a step in terms of the impact, even though the water will break there will be impact first, so if I am not able to jump off a step to the ground due to the jarring of my spine, then I won't be able to be sure I won't jar my back the same way. I am sad. we shall see i am never good at doing what i am told
17 good luck, sounds promising, hope you hear soon.
Everyone else, sorry I have not replied, have read though and will post later if I get a chance. Got some editing to do, have been out today (lunch) and tonight (dinner) - go me! just got in, but really feeling it now.
Sleep well. I am wired. Guess why that is?!
ellie welcome btw
sorry for not saying more than that today.