I've been having a lot of problems with my scalp over the last month and change or so; I don't know what the deal is. It's one of the worst cases of dandruff I've ever had in my life; not by volume, but by tenacity. There's not a day that goes by where I don't wake up haloed by a ring of tiny particles of my own flesh on my pillow. It seemed to really start up when I cut and dyed my hair on the same day earlier this summer, but I chalked it up to momentary irritation and wrote it off. As the summer progressed, though, it's gotten worse and worse, my hair becoming a destroyed mass of flakes, the sores on my head where dandruff comes from burning hot, the medicated shampoos I calmly apply to my head make it feel like somebody set it on fire and poured sulfuric acid on it. And the flakes keep coming. I have to sit on my hands to keep from scratching, the dead skin sloughing off, leaving open sores full of bacteriological infection churning out more pain and suffering. I'm making a doctor's appointment later this week to get my poor suffering noggin looked at. Maybe while I'm there he can do something about my face, back, legs, knees and digestive system.