#dandruff problems

[thatonechaoswahhh]

I don’t understand why my mum doesn’t think that I have dandruff. Like, what are these flakes on my head that look an awful lot like skin? Frosted Flakes? Cocaine? Frosted cocaine flakes??

[skintreatmentinindia]

What Role Does Dandruff Play in Hair Fall?

Dandruff is a common condition that affects millions of individuals every day. It is considered a leading cause of hair loss in most individuals. While both of them seem to be unrelated, there is a strong link between both the connections. This comprehensive post by Dr. Ravali Yalamanchili, a leading dermatologist offering the best hair fall treatment in Hyderabad, will detail dandruff's role in hair fall.

What is Dandruff?

White flakes that accumulate over the scalp are known as dandruff. This condition can usually affect any type of hair. Dandruff can worsen with time and lead to constant itching and inflammation of the scalp if not treated promptly. The different types of dandruff are mild dandruff and severe dandruff.

Role of Dandruff in Hair Fall

1. Hair Follicle Damage and Inflammation

Dandruff can cause inflammation, one of the main ways it leads to hair loss. If the scalp is inflamed due to chronic dandruff, it can affect the health of hair follicles. Inflammation can affect the normal hair growth cycle and weaken hair strands. With time, this can cause increased hair shedding and a reduction in overall hair density.

2. Yeast Overgrowth and Hair Loss

Dandruff is often associated with the overgrowth of a yeast-like fungus known as Malassezia. While this fungus naturally resides on the scalp, an imbalance can result in dandruff. Recent studies indicate that the presence of Malassezia may stimulate an inflammatory response, impacting the hair follicles and causing hair loss. It is essential to effectively control the overgrowth of this fungus to address both dandruff and the associated hair loss.

3. Psychological Impact and Stress

Dealing with dandruff can be emotionally disturbing, and it can lead to stress and anxiety. Stress is a known factor in both hair loss and dandruff. The release of stress hormones can affect the normal hair growth cycle and worsen the scalp's condition.

4. Hair Damage and Scratching

Dandruff can cause a lot of itching on the scalp, leading to scratching. This can result in physical damage to the scalp and hair. Scratching can also lead to split ends and inflammation and can result in breakage.

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If one loses a lot of hair because of dandruff, one can seek help from Dr. Ravali Yalamanchili, a leading dermatologist in Hyderabad, at Neya Dermatology & Aesthetics Clinic to get an effective hair fall treatment. The expert dermatologist recommends several options for treating hair fall. The treatments include topical medications, mesotherapy, and microneedling with growth factors. 

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Original Source:- https://www.apsense.com/article/what-role-does-dandruff-play-in-hair-fall.html

[fumifooms]

What if we were both magic prodigies and it otherized us in different ways and we devoted ourselves to protecting a family member who has general other goals & priorities. What if we both did self-sacrifical devotion in opposite ways.

What if we were dark mirrors of each other and where I've grown overcontrolling you've grown complacent. What if, bought as a servant into a pretty loving home, ownership and control is what love looks like to me, and to you neglected and lonely growing up, love is gratefully taking any scraps of it you’re lent.

By belonging to someone, even if she comes back injured or fails at finding Delgal, she feels like she belongs and is cherished, by owning someone he feels safe in them not leaving him.

She’s what’s tethering him do you see… And he’s the only thing giving her direction and purpose in her state. She needs a compass and he needs a support.

They’re both so out of it 😭 It’s the weirdly intense and unearned mutual trust and reliance on each other?? They’re each other’s weird little comfort codependent teddy bear. Or at least they were headed towards that before SHE DIED THEN HE DIED THEN THEY BOTH FORGOT ABOUT EACH OTHER AND NEVER MET EVER AGAIN. Though she’s also the guard attack hound keeping him safe… And vice versa he heals her and can rewrite her very being with just one wave of his hand. They’re both so so mentally and physically vulnerable both but they cling onto each other. They can’t perceive things accurately but despite it all someway somehow they stumble into something closer to resembling companionship just before they both die. Falin is just that kind and Thistle is just that lonely. Overworked. We both haven’t lived for ourselves in a very long time, haven’t we.

They both have a similar devotion to the people they love but again the difference is that Thistle starts overtsepping while Falin is self-effacing. The other difference between them is that people care about Falin <3 People have given up on Thistle long ago, and he has given people reasons to, while people refuse to give up on Falin. Yaad has a mini arc about it dw about it it’s ok he’s not all alone in the end 😭😭 He reached out for Marcille’s hand but they already all wanted to help him, they just had to be given the chance to, Yaad just had to be given the chance to, it’s okay I’m okay

Hey what if we learned to get in touch with our own identity and the world around us and living in the present again through being in the worst codependent situationship ever.

Falin and Thistle sitting in a tree, sucking on flowers together because they’re h-u-n-g-r-y 💕💕💕

I bet he’s only ever thought of flowers as useless ornaments. Weak weeds. But she shows him they’re tasty and useful and good and pretty in their own right too and deserve existing without proving their worth and waaa <33 Thistles…... Did you know thistles taste sweet if you remove the thorns and eat them?

"Even as a chimera, her kind nature remains" you can’t suppress her in the way that matters. You can’t soothe him in the way that matters. It’s doomed. You’re doomed. It’s all doomed. Save me.

[minglana]

no matter what shampoo i use my head is still a snowglobe😭h&s used to work now not even that works???

[countv0ncunt]

Feels medieval to have not only an incurable disease, but also a separate untreatable disease

[tangled-pixel-harpsichord]

Sitting in my car, having a crisis about my gender in complete silence, while waiting for tractor supply to open so I can get horse medication I’m gonna use on myself feels like one of the most quintessential country queer experiences ever conceived and it’s happening to me in real life

[diseases1]

Is dandruff the biggest problem of hair? How to avoid this problem?

Dandruff is one of the most common ailments affecting the scalp. Dandruff is nothing but excessive scaling of dead cells of the skin of the scalp. As we are aware, the body undergoes constant but gradual renewal every 24 hours. However, when it is a much faster renewal of the skin, it becomes visible in the form of scales, which we call dandruff how to avoid this problem click here

[broodygaming]

So I'm really diving head first into this whole itch game jam thing. It's super neat. Anyways. Another longer one, two weeks, just started tonight and it's the overall theme is narrative focused stories with the specific prompt just revealed to beeeee :

Doomsday!

Hahaha, of course the one i JUST made in three days is about the end of the world and had I had two weeks to make it, it woulda been beautiful. Not that I can't still work on it obvs but. Ya know. For the jam. It's just so ironic that this prompt and theme of jam is so so so so perfect for the thing I just already made and therefore in no way can use 😂😂

ANNYWAYS I'm brainstorming an idea that is kinda emotionally similar to that one level of What Remains of Edith Finch? Her brother, near the very end who worked at the fish factory...

I want something where there's a dual story happening. One of a normal person at their normal day but with heavy themes of depression and hopelessness etc etc. This build up of, like, everything around them falling apart. The apartment is busted. Bad day at work. Bills piling up. Angry family. An expensive accident. Normal depressed poor people relatable problems. (too close to home anyone? haha jfc) And then when they go to bed there's this other story playing out. A big fantasy adventure and it's (at first) subtly affected by the choices you make as the mc. You choose X in the real world and Y happens in the fantasy world. For it to be slowly unfurled that this is like an escapist dream for the mc. Maybe I'll have it happen during the work day instead of at night, to drive home the theme of escapist fantasy.

Anyways I want it to be SUPER dark, cuz ya know, Doomsday prompt. So TW for bad mental health stuff going forward but.

I want it to be this slow reveal that no matter what you do, everything is falling apart and the persons "bad luck" is bleeding into the perfect fantasy world. So much so it's no longer an escape for them, it's another burden. Building to the end which is the doomsday event for the fantasy world... the death of the person. Super dark. But... ya know. Hopefully poignant.

I told this to my mom, just chattin as you do. And she literally was like "that's way too dark, jeez Chevie. You don't have to be all doom and gloom" and I'm like LITERALLY the prompt is DOOMsday. DOOM. HAHAHA. Like what are the odds that's the literal word she chooses just to describe the idea haha. Jeez. But yeah. Just an idea.

[glowingskindiaries]

Tackling Common Hair Problems: Effective Solutions for Healthy Hair

We all desire healthy, beautiful hair, but sometimes common hair problems can get in the way. Whether it’s dryness, dandruff, or hair loss, these issues can be frustrating. Fortunately, there are effective solutions to help you tackle these problems and restore your hair’s health and vitality. 1. Dry and Brittle Hair: Hair that is dry and brittle lacks moisture and can easily break. This can be…

[scientia-rex]

As a doctor, do you have any hygiene tips you think most people could use hearing? Like things people seem to neglect or do wrong that pop up and cause problems? Thanks!

EARS. Earwax is genetically determined. Some people get dry, scant earwax and others get wet, copious earwax. The biggest mistake I see is relying on Q-tips. Every time you stimulate the inside of your ear canal it makes your ears go “oh shit, there’s a threat! I better make more protective wax!” and next thing you know you’ve managed to jam a bunch of wax you told you ears to make back up against your ear drums and you can’t hear as well. Don’t rely on Q-tips. When you’re in the shower, let warm water run in, mush it around by pushing on your tragus (the cartilage flap in front of the canal), and let it drain. Repeat. Blot dry your ears with the edge of a towel or a Kleenex or something afterwards. If you tend to get really stubborn wax, use Debrox drops once or twice a week.

And vaginas. They’re mucus membranes once you get past the labia majora! You wouldn’t soap the inside of your mouth, don’t soap your vagina! It’s a self cleaning oven and if it smells weird GO SEE A MEDICAL PROVIDER because over the counter shit probably isn’t the right answer.

Dandruff isn’t because your scalp is dry. It’s because of a microorganism called malassezia furfur. It eats scalp oils. Dandruff shampoos mostly work pretty well.

Those are the three I can think of off the top of my head. Never use Irish Spring soap! It’s so heavily fragranced it’s a contact dermatitis waiting to happen! I once had a guy develop full body itching and I was JOKING when I said “what, did you just switch to Irish Spring?” and from then until he died he was convinced I was a witch because I was RIGHT.

[hy2ka]

i love when my mom approves chemical treatments for my hair without checking everything and without asking me if i actually want it 🥳🧡

[mokshalifestyleinternational]

PURE PARSLEY SEED ESSENTIAL OIL

It is an all-natural treatment for uncomfortable acne and pimples. Its anti-microbial qualities kill the germs that are trapped in acne puss and cleanse the region. It clears acne, gets rid of acne-causing germs, and keeps it from coming back. It is also a depurative, capable of clearing and purifying blood pollutants, as well as fighting Staphylococcus germs and clearing acne. Because it contains astringent properties, Organic Parsley Seed Essential Oil can help decrease fine lines, wrinkles, and sagging skin. It also promotes faster healing of facial wounds and bruises, as well as the reduction of scars and markings. Its anti-bacterial and anti-microbial capabilities keep the scalp clean and dandruff at bay. It inhibits the recurrence of dandruff and fights fungus and other microbial problems in the scalp when taken regularly.

[kottakkalayurvedauae]

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[whatthehellami]

"I prefer natural women."

No you don't.  You absolutely don't, darling. Because natural is body hair which might be more than what you have. Natural is pimples, acne, and every 'natural' problem which occurs when you have skin. Natural is darkcircles and dandruff. Natural is cellulite and stretch marks. And the natural body of a woman definitely does not have perky breasts, a flat stomach and a plump butt.

So please do not give me the bullshit that you like natural women because you don't.

[insomniac-dot-ink]

I can’t go home. There are only a few places open this late and I am walking. I leave a trail of footprints in the powdery snow. The music hall in the middle of town is playing a local band no one has heard of and a single popup store sits outside. I go to the window. The clerk is on her phone in the small cramped cart. Her screen goes dark and she looks up. Her hair is deep brown and tied back so neat and boxy you’d think it was a nun’s habit.

“Hot chocolate,” I say.

The clerk is nonplussed. She takes my money. Her habit-like-hair is stiff and doesn’t shift as she nods and counts my ones. She moves from one end of the little cart to the other with a Styrofoam cup. 

She carries the sugar-thick hot chocolate in one hand and it lets out a thick steam. I am sure she made it too hot. She stops. Her gaze draws up and over my shoulder. Her pupils expand and shoulders rise almost to her ears.

She glances at my face and then away again. Her lips are thin and uncolored. She mouths the words like an unskilled ventriloquist, “do you need me to call someone?”

I shake my head and take the cup and the texture is squeaky and flakes off in my grip. I walk. My footprints mark the powder-white snow and my city only has a few places open at this time of night. My legs are numb with cold and my eyes ache from lack of sleep. I am grateful for the street lights which are all a pale blue color that is supposed to help the birds. I am a bird person, I think, if I was going to be anything.

Cars pass and I am grateful for those too. I reach the street of little cramped stores, one after the next. A fabric store. A second-hand book store. Florists and boutique shoe shops. All too charming to be supportive. The Walmart is just outside our small town limits and I can’t go home.

Across the street, the pub has lowlights on and voices rumble like a thunderstorm from within. I don’t think the rest of the town likes the pub. The bar has one long window made up of colored glass in muted reds and blues and yellows. It reminds me of church windows and leaves the impression of making up for it. Making up for being what it is.

I square my shoulders and push my way in. The air is warm and floor a good type of dark wood. The tables are full enough to be considered a party–or, what I imagine a party to be like. I hadn’t noticed the dusting of snow on my hoodie, and shook it off like dandruff.

The man behind the counter gives me a cursory look. He is a big man with a large mouth and wears frowns like he’s making up for something too. “Mark isn’t here,” he says in a further cursory manner. I shake my head and make my way to the counter. I hadn’t finished my hot chocolate and clutch the Styrofoam cup in both hands.

“Warm up?” I ask but Steven Plyer, the barkeep, is looking over my shoulder. He mouths to himself silently like he’s working out a math problem under his breath.

Two men, big and strapping, move away from the bar’s church-like window. They take seats at the end of the bar and Steven Plyer, the barkeep, leans over the counter. His pupils are ink-dipped coins. I fiddle with the ends of my sleeves. He looks over my shoulder just as I push my hot chocolate closer over the counter.

“There’s a whole world out there,” he says.

I close my eyes. “I know.”

“You don’t have to go.”

I shake my head and Steven Plyer takes my hot chocolate and disappears behind the swinging doors to the back. The rest of the men have moved away from the window and sit on either side of me. They murmur in voices too low to hear.

The oldest of them, a man that smells like leather, stands. His voice has a vibrating quality, unsmooth, dragging out the “a’s” like a regal sheep. “Do your parents know?”

Steven Plyer returns with my hot chocolate steaming and passes it to me with both hands. I get up because the old man needs my seat, I think. The first two men huddle by the front door, coats on and heads bent together like prayer, and I leave without them. The snow is no longer powder but inch-thick fluff. I kick up the fluff with each step and the silver hangs about me like fairy lights, I imagine. I take a sip of hot chocolate and it is too hot and too sweet and you can be grateful for that too.

The sidewalk ends and I walk alongside the side of the road just on the edge of the white line. I think I can see the lights of the Walmart beyond the lights of the city. Trees gather on either side and I miss the blue glow of the street lights and the concerned gaze of the clerk in her tiny cart. I wish she had come with me. I wish Steven Plyer had called me by name.

A solitary car passes and its stark white headlights blare against the night, more violent than kind, and I have to shield my eyes. The car is red and large and pulls to stop on the other side of the road. The window rolls down and a curly-haired woman sticks her head out. Her face is small and elfish and mouth pinches together at the corners. She wears a tight shirt buttoned up all the way to her throat like it might hold her in.

The head beams glow perpendicular to me and I regard the woman as she regards me. She is slow to speak. Slower than the men at the bar had been.

“Get in,” she says, buttoned-up to the throat and with eyes more tired than sad.

“No,” I say and take a sip from the hot chocolate. It’s cold.

Her windshields wipe away the snow and she looks over her dashboard. Her voice is breathy in the way of a Hollywood actress from a bygone era. “I’m worried.”

I nod. They all are. “That can be enough.”

Her mouth zips together into an angry line. She sticks her head out the window, close to a snarl, looking past me, and honks her horn in one long blast. I shy away from the noise and the too-brightness of her head beams. She drives with her head out the window, honking her horn over and over again as loud as she can.

I walk and there are no more cars. The snow settles over my shoulders and I don’t bother to dust off my hood or warm my hands. I leave the white line and walk in the middle of the road. The lights of the Walmart warm the night just outside of town and I can make out the outline of parked cars in the distance. They’re aren’t that many places open this late at night. 

I slow to a stop and sway a bit, like I'm drunk, I think, if this is what that's like. A second pair of footprints mark the snow in front of me. When had that happened? I tilt my head all the way back. The clouds are bright like daylight and snow growing heavy. I think it will all be glittering when the morning comes.

FIN

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