Sudocreme nights

So I'm sat here typing this with sudocreme rubbed around the hairline of my poor, inflamed skin. Exactly how I imagined my life would be when I embarked on a maternity leave sojourn into blogging about all things beauty.  

High on the success of my 17th blonde iteration on Saturday I have now, (72 hours later), come to realise that I must be very allergic to the toner they used on me. This is a shame for several reasons. Firstly my scalp bloody hurts and has a horrible red rash around it which looks gross. Secondly, I can no longer have this, or I suspect, any toner in future. Thirdly, the list of hair dyeing products which I am allergic to is growing considerably faster than my Instagram followers. Fourthly, did I mention that it hurts.  

And so I sit here popping antihistamines (not too many as I'm breastfeeding - come to think of it my child did sleep well today) and smothered in sudocreme. I have long discovered that sudocreme is the cure of most evils (ingrown hairs, eczema, spots) and it has a slightly cooling effect on my raging skin (top tip: put it in the fridge for added relief).

I've also heard good things about 'heal balm' which is also supposed to be a great healing elixir produced by plastic surgeons, who I guess would know. At least I now have the opportunity to test it. Every cloud etc.........

So, I guess the moral of this story is to patch test everything if, like me, you have raging T cells which mount an immune response to cotton wool. 

In the meantime, may my glamorous days continue......... 

 Nice rash, love  

Nice rash, love  

 Only shaky handed photos of sudocremed face allowed  

Only shaky handed photos of sudocremed face allowed