For the follically challenged:

You too can have a full head of hair.



The Background:

Thanks to the Finasteride and now Dutasteride the thinning on the
crown of my head is beginning to close up and will eventually be full
of hair. However the front of my head shows definite signs of male
patter baldness which no end of drugs will bring back. The measurement
from the extreme part of the "M" to my eyebrow was some 18mm. This
is actually a male family trait. The only alternative was to have hair
transplant surgery. This was done yesterday (2 August 2004) by Dr May.



They showed me down stairs where a gown and a cocktail of drugs were
laid out for me. I signed the consent form and took a load of Valium,
steroids and antibiotics. I was led away to have some pictures taken
but had to be helped back to the operating threatre because I was
feeling a little groggy



I sat in what can be best described as a very comfy dentist's chair. I
was given a sedative injection and the surgeon started to apply local
anaesthetic to my skull. The surgery officially started at about 9:30.
I nodded off but by now the surgeon had already cut out a 10mm strip
from my donor site and had neatly put in 36 stitches from ear to ear.
He was now busily punching and cutting holes in the recipient site and
by the time he had finished it was 12:30.



We all had a little break now. I needed to go to the toilet and when I
go back the nurse had brought in a cup of tea and a few biscuits. The
break lasted about ten minutes and it was back to action. A different
surgeon started to insert the by now segregated plugs, some contained
a single follicle while other contained four or five. I later learned
that the single ones would be used at the front to create a natural
looking hairline. Teams of technician were bringing in trays of my
hair follicles and it just seemed to be endless. The entire procedure
finished at about 3:00pm so quite a long operation. I felt no
discomfort whatsoever and they all treated me lovely. In all I had
just under four thousand follicles transplanted into 1,272 incisions.
My hairline is now 6mm from my eyebrows. To say that I am pleased is
an understatement.





*Warning a bit of female talk*

The downside is I can't wear a wig, so I bought a lovely pink floppy
hat. By now my friend and her son had come collect me but they wouldn'
t let me go because I was still bleeding quite a bit. They let me out
at about 5:30, we got a TAXI back to Kings Cross and got the train
home. I stopped off at my friend's house first for a cup of tea before
I went home. I hadn't told anyone that I was going to have an
operation. They would only have made fun of me. When I got home I had
a bowl of cornflakes, popped a valium and went to bed and slept all
night. The clinic had given me a special blanket to put over the
pillow, it's a good job because it was covered in blood by the
morning.



Today I'm a little tender but not in any real pain, at about lunchtime
the clinic phoned me to see if I was OK, which was very sweet.

 

I know you're a girl and everything so figures aren't really your thing ,
but do you really mean _6mm_?

 

*boggle*

Like Helena Bonham-Carter in Planet of the Apes?

 

Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique, simonk

Worse than that, the measurement was taken from the eyebrows *down*

"It'll ride up with wear madam".

 

Yeah, my patter's wearing a bit thin too.


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The speccy Geordie twat.

 

I have just mistaken you for Champ. No, really. It was a shock
seeing your .sig at the bottom of that reply. I really need to get my
misconceptions sorted out.

 

I wonder what a monkey's vagina looks like.

 

Pretty gross:

http://www.mc.vanderbilt.edu/histology/PageWork/blood/blood19.htm

 

Where's the klituros?

 

I'm a bloke. You don't expect me to know something like that, do you?

 

Helena Bonham Carter might. Especially if you want to do her in the monkey
costume.

 

I don't. Really.

 

If anything gets me near HBC, it'll be roofies, not my encyclopædic
knowledge of female anatomy.

 

Nice. They can help you gain access through the gable tiling. That's lateral
thinking for you.

 

I really do mean 6cm otherwise it would be a beard.

 

Yes, I now look like a film star.

 

Perhaps you should treat yourself to a fetching pair of new spectacles, too?

 

" "

 

http://www.pitofhorror.com/Hellraiser/pinhead.gif ?

 

Not *that* kind of film
--
Alex

"I laugh in the face of danger"
"Then I hide until it goes away"

www.drzoidberg.co.uk
www.upce.org.uk