#flowersfalling

I do the face picking thing too, I blame pimples and bumps and just wanting to dig it out in hopes of it smoothing, but with the hair pulling, you can instead just run your fingers through your hair and untangle knots and pet it.

Hair pulling actually isn't so much my thing, but I thought that since it's been linked to some of the same compulsive and anxious tendencies as skin picking, people who have trich issues might have helpful advice for dealing with it. 

flowersfalling replied to your post

Im not exactly the best resource since Ive been hair pulling and skin picking for years but theres a bunch of great people on the trich and derma tags that offer support and usually have really good advice.

Thanks! Do you have any blog recommendations? 

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I wish I had advice! All I can say is avoid stress? But I know thats impossible. When Im stressed out, I pull at my hair and scratch at my skin non-stop!

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=============================================== 1. Top 5 fictional characters. -Donna Noble -Sherlock Holmes -The Winchesters -Shawn and Gus -Crowley from Supernatural

2. Favorite item of clothing? My brown cardigan sweater thing. 3. If you were an animal, what would you be? Points if it’s not a cat, dog, bird, or mouse (or if you have to use those, get specific, like ‘hairless Sphynx cat” or something). I'd be the Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog 4. Top 5 actors (whatever gender you’d like) and why I think it'd be easier to ask the least 5.

5. First fandom? Harry Potter 6. If you could visit anywhere in the world, where would it be? Canada because I've actually got a lot of Canadian money and it's 5 minutes from my house. Also, poutine.

7. If you could live (as in, spend your life) anywhere in the world, where would it be? I actually don't mind living where I am now, but I think it'd be cool to live in a small town where you know everyone. 8. Favorite 3 traits about yourself? -reliable -friendly -somethingsomething

9. Biggest pet peeve? When people chew with their mouths open. 10. Best thing to happen to you in 2012? tumblr 11. Weirdest kink/turn-on/thing you find attractive or appealing in others? When guys wear jeans that don't hang off their butts and you can actually tell if they have a nice butt because wow nice fitting pants.

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7. If you were a witch/wizard, would you be good or evil? Why? 8. What mundane, everyday thing makes you really happy? 9. You can only read books written by one author for the rest of your life. Who do you pick?

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11. What is your favorite game? (video,board,card,etc.)

Prompt 1: If Walls Could Talk

By: flowersfalling (Team Blue)

Tom Duncan was a sleepwalker, always had been.

But one night he woke up, not to feeling the hard wood of his kitchen table on his back, not to the sensation of milk being poured from a chilly carton in his right hand into a non-existent cup in his other, but to a sharp and wicked pain in his lower, right abdomen.

"What's wrong, hun?" said his wife Cecelia sleepily.

"My side," he said through clenched teeth, "urg, it feels like it's on fire."

She flicked on the light to get a better look. "Where exactly does it hurt?"

"On my right side"

"Hm... Is that the side your appendix is on? I think it might be on the left..."

"I don't know!"

"Well we better take you to the A&E anyway" she said calmly, pulling on a dressing robe.

Tom let out a grunt of pain in response.

Turns out it had been his appendix and the doctors at St. Barts were able to take out the offending organ fairly swiftly and without too much bother. However, he did have to stay the night at the hospital, for observation or something. Tom wasn't entirely sure, he was still off from all the painkillers, but Cecelia seemed to know what was going on and she kissed him goodnight and went back to their flat for a few hours of sleep.

The next morning Molly walked into the morgue whistling some errant tune she'd heard in a department store somewhere and was generally having a very nice day. Well, as nice as a mortician's day can be anyway. She let the night shift go home and took a seat at her desk, looking through the paperwork that had come in since she was last there.

Three new bodies:

JOHN DOE: heroine overdose, TOD: 20:37 1/8/12

Marcus Thomson: five stab wounds to the lower abdomen, TOD: 2:07 2/8/12

Robert Pulver: heart attack, TOD: 5:29 2/812

Still humming, Molly opened the door to the room they kept the new arrivals in and began checking the toe tags to the list. You don't want any mix-ups with these kinds of things.

JOHN DOE- check

Marcus Thomson- check

Robert Pulver- check

...

Molly looked back at her list. No, she thought, there were definitely only three new bodies checked in last night.

And yet, there, right there, was a fourth, unaccounted body  Molly rolled her eyes at the night shift "How can you miss an entire person coming in?" she said aloud in exasperation.

She laid her hand on the dead man's chest "I mean really-" and let out a strangled little squeak as his eyes snapped open.

Tom Duncan was a sleepwalker, always had been.