Having Lice sucks. I know I've had it already. And if you've had it you alse know it sucks. But thank god it was over the summer when it happened, again. That's right I said again. This time it's only me and not my sister. Which I was happy about but then again I was alone.
So I had been scrating my head for about, lets say, a week. We were home, my dad and me, at 10pm waiting for my mom to get back. When she finally got back I was saying "My head is itchy, I think we should check it." We had checked it earlier and had thought I had Dandriff- is that how you spell it?- and thought nothing more.
But we decided to check again. There were so many. We stayed up until 12:30am to fix it. I'm tweleve, I was sssoooo tired. In fact I had this stuff on my head that I had to keep in for 10 minutes. 10 Minutes! I had to keep bending my head back. At one point I closed my eyes and took a nose-dive forward but stopped myself before hitting the tub in front of me.
I finnally had it washed out of my hair. Then after the combing, flatting, scrubbing, and shampooing of the hair, I could go to sleep! I had new sheets on and the door was closed. I woke up and 7:43 and fell asleep again. Then I woke up at 9:06. ->
