Every time I go to the hairdresser, I get the same refrain:

"Your hair is very fine, but you've lots of it!"

Up until now, I've always wondered how this information could possibly be of any use to me. I know it's fine - I'm constantly trying to thicken it and give it some body so that it doesn't sit flat against my head. I know there's a lot of it - I'm the one who has to spend my time drying it. Reminding me of these facts is of absolutely no benefit to me, but I continue to greet their seemingly inevitable delivery with a polite smile and nod.

Now, however, the "lot of it" factor has become of some use.

Because whilst I've lost this much hair in a week (for an idea of the amount, cup your hands together and this clump would just about fit, depending on the size of your hands):


I still have this much left:


which is not so bad, really.

Okay, I can feel that it's thinner. The number of times I have to wrap my scrunchie around a rather pathetic ponytail (more of a rat's tail, really) confirms how much it is thinning - as does the evidence on my pillow and comb every morning. But it's coming out evenly and I think the outsider would be hard pushed to tell that there was anything awry. For now.

My consultant has reassured me that whilst hair thinning is a known side-effect, she has never seen anyone go completely bald from my medication. Let's hope I'm not the exception to the rule!