The amazing thing about time, I think, is how it passes.
Those things which were such a big deal at a particular point in time in
your life, consuming much of your thoughts on any given day during that time,
can move on so quickly into perhaps just a thought or two a day, triggered
by the oddest of events. As I have now reached day forty-three following
my hair restoration procedure, I find this particular series of events in my
life no different.
Many of the milestones have largely passed with my restoration. It feels
like ages ago that I was staring in the mirror many times a day marveling at my
new hairline, and the feeling of self-awareness, which resulted in my
reaching for my cap when leaving home or adjusting my hair to carefully cover
signs of the restoration to the eye of a stranger.
As the newly transplanted hair began to fall out, despite the knowledge that it was
an expected course of events, I found myself trying not to promote
the process at all. I almost stopped wearing headgear for fear of
agitating the process, and I avoided the gentle rub of my fingers while I shampooed my hair in the shower. But as soon as I made peace with the reality that this was an unstoppable
process, my awareness of it quickly diminished.
So here I am, almost back at square one. Most of the transplanted hair is
gone, only barely noticeable signs of the procedure remain, and I have no discomfort or
post-procedure symptoms of any significance.
So has it been worth it so far? Well quite simply, I have no idea.
If I look at the downside, well pretty much all of that is in the bag.
The so-called invasive surgery is done, and to be honest I can hardly
even find the scar any more, and there is certainly no discomfort. Unless
I decide to become a skinhead, which after having a hair restoration procedure
I must admit seems as likely in my case as my becoming an Olympic athlete, then
I have nothing to worry about. Any other so-called downside was temporary
and has now passed.
So where’s the upside? Well, we wait, watch and hope, I guess. The
good news, though, is I’m not really worried about it, and so far everything
has gone as expected, so why should I have reason
to doubt the upside? So for now it’s back to life as I knew it before the
procedure, except with the odd pleasant thought from time to time, usually when
noticing a fellow citizen's great-looking hairline, that I too may enjoy a
return to that treat when the growing wonder under my scalp begins to make its
much awaited appearance!
-Kevin