Mine was about 3 with baby-ringlets when the preschool sent notes. When I got home from work the next day he had exceedingly short hair. I managed to wait until after he was out of the room to burst into tears. His father was baffled by my reaction.
M'yeah. The second week of school last year we started getting the notes. So. Uncool. That they share coat-hooks is a great distress to me, so we picked him up a zippered tote to put his coat into every morning. Dun know if it's effective, but we've had nearly a dozen 'lice letters' sent home since then & never a case of it here... *knocks on wood*
Just the thought of lice sends me into "Sterlizetion mode" every body and everything went through the process of being cleaned and inspected... things that never should be washed went through the laundry... Just the thought made me itchy...
Many moons ago, a friend of mine had a daughter enter Kindergarten. As has been known to happen, this school ended up with a scabies outbreak (highly transmittable, and a bitch to get rid of). So, Everyone in the household (which includes mom's boyfriend) get doused in the special shampoo/soap, evedrything that *can* go through the laundry does, everything that can't (like mattresses and such) gets sealed in plastic bags for weeks. It's a tedious, several week process of bleach and showers as hot as you can stand them and... You get the idea.
So, all seems to be well. Until about a week later, and the boyfriend is still convinced he's got scabies. He's still itching, and they're out of the medicated shampoo. So he goes back to the doctor, who asks a few questions, and then comes up with his diagnosis. "You do *not* have scabies. What you *do* have is the worst case of dry skin I've ever seen. You don't need the medicated shampoo, you need the largest bottle of Lubriderm they make. Oh, and Stop Bleaching Your clothes!"
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Date: 2008-10-14 12:27 am (UTC)Mine was about 3 with baby-ringlets when the preschool sent notes. When I got home from work the next day he had exceedingly short hair. I managed to wait until after he was out of the room to burst into tears. His father was baffled by my reaction.
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Date: 2008-10-14 07:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-14 04:57 pm (UTC)Good luck!
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Date: 2008-10-14 07:16 pm (UTC)Re: I remember
Date: 2008-10-14 07:34 pm (UTC)Many moons ago, a friend of mine had a daughter enter Kindergarten. As has been known to happen, this school ended up with a scabies outbreak (highly transmittable, and a bitch to get rid of). So, Everyone in the household (which includes mom's boyfriend) get doused in the special shampoo/soap, evedrything that *can* go through the laundry does, everything that can't (like mattresses and such) gets sealed in plastic bags for weeks. It's a tedious, several week process of bleach and showers as hot as you can stand them and... You get the idea.
So, all seems to be well. Until about a week later, and the boyfriend is still convinced he's got scabies. He's still itching, and they're out of the medicated shampoo. So he goes back to the doctor, who asks a few questions, and then comes up with his diagnosis. "You do *not* have scabies. What you *do* have is the worst case of dry skin I've ever seen. You don't need the medicated shampoo, you need the largest bottle of Lubriderm they make. Oh, and Stop Bleaching Your clothes!"
:D