Basically where do you start,about myself im not going to give too much away but im almost 41 yrs old and made a very serious mistake when i was 26yr´s old.
My hairloss had most likely started when i was at school,luckily it was mid 80´s and long hair was in so i grew it long to cover the hairline.It eventually became a kind of come over so i decided to have it cut very short but still trying to cover the receding hairline which by now was very obvious so i had started to get some comment´s about it which for some seemed to find funny but to me was like a kick in the teeth.
The hairloss got a lot worse as time went on but i seemed to be able to cope with it.I had a girlfriend who never judged me by this and was totally supportive about it.She could see how it had affected me ,she became my wife and we are still together today .I know without her there was no way i could of handled the disfigurement which i was about to have done to me.
Like many i had read some articles in fitness magazines about different type of miracle hair cures ,each one sounding better than the next.
I can remember the article very well,and this is where you start think if only i hadn´t bought that copy things could be different today and i would not be at my keyboard writing this at the moment.
The guy was roughly the same age as me maybe not quite as much hairloss but the before and after pictures were incredible, he looked exactly how i wanted to look. He gave a very detailed account of how he felt about hairloss and how the this undetectable surgery and changed his life.
From this moment on i was hooked, you have to remember this is the early 90´s i most likely had never used a computer before and there was not the source of information that is around today.
So i searched for the Doctor who was going to give my hair back. I knew it was not going to be the same Doc as i had read about in the magazine as we lived in different parts of the world.But hey there all professional otherwise they wouldn´t be doing what they are doing,right?
So i found MY Doc, the price seemed to good to be true,i can afford this great. He promised me the results will be amazing and my life will change.He was right about one of those two predictions anyway.I had quite a few consultation´s before hand and i felt like i was in good hands,or so i thought.
Its amazing now how i can remember this as for years i totally blocked this from my mind like most victims generally do and if we are to be honest here this is what we are,victims trying to come to term´s with what has happened to us.
The day of the operation,oh i forgot to mention im about to have FLAP surgery,its where a large strip of hair is placed from the back of your head to the front,easy. It goes from one side of your head to the other given you instant hair,fantastic.
Anyway back to the day of the op im thinking right im going to get hair ,thats all i could think about a total addiction im going to get hair .I dont care about the pain i will get hair.
So my girlfriend and i went to the clinic, which now looking at it looked more like a dentist . Waiting room literally yards from the small dingy backroom which was the operating theatre ,his one and only assistant is now telling me about how she has sowed hands back on in war zones around the world ,why she is telling me this im not quite sure.A hairline has now been drawn by pen onto my forehead ,which by the way i do miss(my forehead that is).
My head is now being spiked with what feels like a ball point pen being dug into my head.Then he starts to cut, i dont remember if it was the back or the top which he started first.But what i do remember is as the knife cut across the top of my head i could feel it and the pain almost sent me into a panic attack. I told him i can feel this so he got the pen out and started digging it back into my head again which hurt evan more.This all so knowledgeable man who for weeks of consultations seemed so in control now came across as a man who did not know what he was doing. This in mid operation im thinking shit what have i done, but its too late.Im buggered he has to complete this now ,he has evan started mumbling to himself. In my mind im thinking get me the fuck out of here.
The operation was over ,dont know how long it took. He tells me all is good apart from the flap was not long enough to cover the whole hairline but not to worry as you can come the hair over no-one will notice.I was so distressed that i was not sure where i was ,my head was bandaged and i remember walking back out into the waiting room with people looking at me and all i wanted to was get home. I was given no pain killers or anti-biotics. I was told come back in a week or so and the stitches will be taken out.
That week is a total blur other than pain,pain,pain.
Back in the docs office , i told half the flap has necrosis and it has to come off,ok what then ?
No worries he said we will take another flap from the other side,easy.
So for the next few months im left with a hole of puss in the middle of my head.I have no recollection of how i felt at this time i think the damage had been done.
3 months later with my scalp as tight as you can imagine i go back for the 2nd op.
This time only a few cm of the flap survived but a lovely nice hole in my head has managed to appear, with two huge scars down the back of my head and across my forehead a cut a Indian brave would of been proud of.
For quite a time after this i would go back to this madman and he had had enough of me and i of him.He had no idea of what to do next and i had lost all faith in him.
This is where my relationship with a baseball cap started,it became my friend as long as i have my trusty cap i will be fine.
I will write more,need a break from this now..
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