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Hi guys, been here awhile now. Glad people like Bill is supportive of helping people. I may post a few wacky topics now and again. Ive been known to stir the pot in life. Question: As a veteran myself, especially of virtually all the HT technologies over the past couple decades, It confuses me why so few people ever mention or seem interested in male hair styles in light of the fact that HT by nature is as much art as science since the "illusion" of density is often mentioned. Specifically, some guys look good combed back, some combed sideways, some brushed up, some with a perm. Sorry for the bad actor karma, but Steven Segall for example had a fairly good early HT, and they wisely chose a thick front hairline combed straight back which worked well with his face, and allowed him to grow out individual hairs to as long as ten inches per hair thereby giving him maximum density. Granted the hairline was a bit low. Its possible his legendary ego over rode his doctor when he was told it wasnt prudent to try to look like you're sixteen again. I've consulted with at least ten HT doctors over the years, some hacks, some world class. I dont think ANY of them has ever brought up the issue of targeted hair style in light of potential density. I've brought up the topic myself and even brought in a picture of what i wanted to look like and the doctor pretty much ignored it and did what he wanted. My wife is a stylist so I know hairstyles. I hate to say this, but I think that MOST doctors secretly want to do a second procedure on you and at that time they "touch up" and address the issue of what hairstyle youre going to wear into middle and older age. Like anybody else in business, repeat customers is where its at. Obviously with docs like Hasson and some others, you can choose your own style in a limited way, but even so, most guys are not aware that theres a "best" hairstyle for them and the spacing, density packing, hairline configuration, follicle direction, hair color, and even possibility of using product after HT all figure prominently in the look youre going to achieve. Also, I've seen several people on here with pics who IMO really are sporting the wrong hair style!!! My wife is a long time stylist and I know what IM talking about. If there are any HT doctors who are in the coalition who make the appropriate male style a priority then I'd be seriously curious who he is. I havnt met one yet. Also, I'm genuinely surprised that I know of few of them who directly work with a stylist who can teach guys to use dermatch, how to style their hair, sell them product, and cut their hair. Its sort of a no brainer. Also, a lot of guys could use a temporary hairpiece after a HT in the event of an emergency social or business event (such as a funeral) which they have to attend and look respectable at.

Hi guys, been here awhile now. Glad people like Bill is supportive of helping people. I may post a few wacky topics now and again. Ive been known to stir the pot in life. Question: As a veteran myself, especially of virtually all the HT technologies over the past couple decades, It confuses me why so few people ever mention or seem interested in male hair styles in light of the fact that HT by nature is as much art as science since the "illusion" of density is often mentioned. Specifically, some guys look good combed back, some combed sideways, some brushed up, some with a perm. Sorry for the bad actor karma, but Steven Segall for example had a fairly good early HT, and they wisely chose a thick front hairline combed straight back which worked well with his face, and allowed him to grow out individual hairs to as long as ten inches per hair thereby giving him maximum density. Granted the hairline was a bit low. Its possible his legendary ego over rode his doctor when he was told it wasnt prudent to try to look like you're sixteen again. I've consulted with at least ten HT doctors over the years, some hacks, some world class. I dont think ANY of them has ever brought up the issue of targeted hair style in light of potential density. I've brought up the topic myself and even brought in a picture of what i wanted to look like and the doctor pretty much ignored it and did what he wanted. My wife is a stylist so I know hairstyles. I hate to say this, but I think that MOST doctors secretly want to do a second procedure on you and at that time they "touch up" and address the issue of what hairstyle youre going to wear into middle and older age. Like anybody else in business, repeat customers is where its at. Obviously with docs like Hasson and some others, you can choose your own style in a limited way, but even so, most guys are not aware that theres a "best" hairstyle for them and the spacing, density packing, hairline configuration, follicle direction, hair color, and even possibility of using product after HT all figure prominently in the look youre going to achieve. Also, I've seen several people on here with pics who IMO really are sporting the wrong hair style!!! My wife is a long time stylist and I know what IM talking about. If there are any HT doctors who are in the coalition who make the appropriate male style a priority then I'd be seriously curious who he is. I havnt met one yet. Also, I'm genuinely surprised that I know of few of them who directly work with a stylist who can teach guys to use dermatch, how to style their hair, sell them product, and cut their hair. Its sort of a no brainer. Also, a lot of guys could use a temporary hairpiece after a HT in the event of an emergency social or business event (such as a funeral) which they have to attend and look respectable at.

Sorry, I forgot to add in the previous post that the older i get the more my chosen connections in life mean to me. This is speculation, but it may be the YOUNGER guys on here who jump ship. I heard many years ago and now believe the old slogan that you really dont know who you are....until you're at least thirty years or older. I believe it. The experiences that define me.....I never lose interest in and I have an instant fraternity with people also involved and knowledgeable about these topics: skiing, travel, hair transplants, meeting strange characters, british humor, watching the adventure channel, sports......how could I lose interest in any of these things? Then again, i view life as a big experience and a HT wasnt just a "means to an end" for me but something interesting that I took an interest in.

Ahhh, all good answers. People, in general, have a remarkably short attention span unless there is a direct bearing on their own selfish interests. Further, as all marketers know, FEAR is the greatest and strongest of all human emotions. When someone has taken action against fate and had a HT, much of their fear is gone, and they move forward. Fortunately for a lot of us here, including Bill who contributes so much to the benefit of others, we find HT an interesting and stimulating topic unto itself. Much like someone who went through an illness of sorts, lets say you had a nutritional deficienty, and you get it corrrected, then you have an interest in the topic from then on.

This is pretty much a no brainer, because gently excercising your scalp early on means that you dont have to get "rough" with it when youre two weeks out and you "remember" that you havnt been doing any of it. Think of it as a massage, GENTLE I wouldnt push your hands across your hair so much as grip an area and move it back an forth your skull. YOu are massaging your dermis, not your hair.

LOL. When some HT clinicians tell you they've had a transplant, the translation sometimes is that they had SOME hair transplanted, frequently to an obscure area of their head, which wasnt really needed. The point is that they learn how the procedure feels including dealing with sleeping with an incision, etc etc. It can be very deceptive IF they dont tell you WHY they had some work done. Technically, when one of them says "i had a hair transplant" they'd be telling the truth for the purpose of decieving you.

IMO it was a significant mistake to not shave off the middle zone and do a HT in that area. It is already significantly thin. I hope im wrong, but your doctor is angling for another procedure.

I hate to say it, but in my experience, hack HT outfits love this kind of "bantering" back and forth since it means you're no real threat to them. If you dont get legal help, then id recommend ruining that local office by doing them some real harm: start an informational campaign targeting their potential customers that will utterly ruin their reputation. Remember: Its their reputation and the benjamins. Nothing else matters.

my brother told me cooley has had quite a bit of work. Not sure on the doc. The results obviously very very good.

Hang in there I'll give you my advice since youre asking for it. I know that losing hair is absolutely stressful enough as it is--when you throw in financial issues on top of it, it can feel like the Titanic has landed on your life and there's a temptation to slightly over react. 1. The best advice I can ever give is that when you concentrate on SOLVING the problem then most of the anxiety goes away. So decide that youre eventually going to solve and improve your situation no matter what. 2. Ive heard people say that a HT should never be financed and i could not disagree more. I would ask your doc for a payment plan that is reasonable in order to move your results along. This is important to your professional and personal life 3. If the dermatch is looking heavy switch over to toppik or a spray. Go easy. You dont have to look perfect. When you find yourself obsessing, take some deep breaths and get some perspective. You probably look just fine 4. Keep reminding yourself that youre one of the guys who is DOING something about this problem. Youre in the minority and throughout history very few people were actually able to improve their situations like youre doing 5. Your HT is working- remeber that. Its just taking more time and money than you thought. Keep in mind that a lot of us here, me included, started out with awful grafts most of which never grew and had to deal with a depleted donor situation. Talk about STRESS. Youre going to be fine, Concentrate on solutions and think of the present as the gateway to a great future

Brother, hang in there. You have a lot going for you and you're going to get this straightened out. Since you asked for a bit of advice Im going to give you some to consider: 1. Call Dr. Dan Didocha and do a consult with him. He as far as i know isnt a coalition doctor, but he has a track record for achieving density in repair cases for relatively LITTLE money. Ive met some of his patients and seen their work. 2. Id recommend trying to achieve some density in the immediate frontal hairline and consider using a hairpiece behind it. That way youre all natural up front and can comb your hair straight back if you so choose. 3. If possible, get out from under that huge mortgage. Convince your wife that your appearance is crucial to any quality of life that youre going to have. Since youre apparently the main breadwinner, she cant really argue with this. You appearance is going to determine your financial and social life to some degree, or at least your own perception of your appearance. 4. Dont give up, and make plans to get this fixed at least to the degree possible. There is nothing that causes major depression faster than helplessness and the feeling of no control. Think about fixing this, not obsessing over what it seems like it is now. Feel free to email me if you would like, and i will encourage you as much as possible. 5. By the way, Im a survivor of more than one HT failed.....and have had repair work. yeoldnorge@yahoo.com

Dont worry about being 24. The only reason people talk about being too young for a HT is because most guys then dont really know where they're headed on the norwood, etc and because of the maturity level of the candidate. You seem square on those counts. You know you've got MPB and you've done your homework. From what i've seen, picking Feller, Rahal, Hasson, or Cooley is the way to go. If one of those is close, do a consult right away. You mentioned a good job, and i want to give you some strong advice. Do NOT tell anyone you're doing the transplant. This could easily adversely affect your career. People love to talk and they will talk. So when you do the transplant, you need to prepare ahead of time to take a few weeks off minimum which you may need to strategize out. Also, keep in mind that since youre blonde youre in good shape for scalp blending but its essential that you envision what kind of hair style youre going to want in say, 10, 20 years. The height of the hairline is going to be important.

I make an effort myself to look people right in the eye when they're talking to me. An extra effort if there is something about their appearance they could be shy out. Birthmarks, lazy eye, etc. Same deal.

Interesting topic. One thing I do know is that they obviously wouldnt have much choice if they started thinning out would they? Imagine a world class HT surgeon having a bald head. Might be bad for business. Ive met some HT doctors who have had HT, but ive noticed that unless you ask them about it they dont volunteer the information. I suppose everyone has a right to privacy.

Well, I call myself a vet on here and hopefully it is justified. I've met a bunch of em and had a buncha work DONE by em'. And I'm guessing here, but I'm pretty sure HT doctors have even stranger personalities than most Funeral Directors, Vacuum Cleaner Salesmen, Weather Anchormen, and Glass Blowers. The old plug hacks were especially eccentric: CP Chambers prided himself on appearing on Oprah but in person he was syruppy sweet on the surface but damn vicious when made to be accountable (not telling how many unsuspecting guys he butchered for good money). I met Edmund Griffin in Atlanta and found him to be extremely polite and professional but slightly flamboyant. It surprises me he didnt end up in Beverly Hills. Ive met quite a number of other physicians on the East Coast and they all have something in common. I cant place it but its a convergence of having an interest in appearances, wanting to participate in a relatively easier aspect of medicine, and in the case of many HT doctors, just not being very good physicians. A bunch of them are osteopaths. They all wanted to jump on the cash cow known as transplantation and retire down in the Bahamas. I hope I'm not over generalizing here. I think the coalition doctors here are probably a different breed for sure than the earlier guys. I had 2000 grafts done by one of them a few years ago and the work was great. Id like to hear some of your stories about these guys and which of them have the craziest personalities.

Well, I call myself a vet on here and hopefully it is justified. I've met a bunch of em and had a buncha work DONE by em'. And I'm guessing here, but I'm pretty sure HT doctors have even stranger personalities than most Funeral Directors, Vacuum Cleaner Salesmen, Weather Anchormen, and Glass Blowers. The old plug hacks were especially eccentric: CP Chambers prided himself on appearing on Oprah but in person he was syruppy sweet on the surface but damn vicious when made to be accountable (not telling how many unsuspecting guys he butchered for good money). I met Edmund Griffin in Atlanta and found him to be extremely polite and professional but slightly flamboyant. It surprises me he didnt end up in Beverly Hills. Ive met quite a number of other physicians on the East Coast and they all have something in common. I cant place it but its a convergence of having an interest in appearances, wanting to participate in a relatively easier aspect of medicine, and in the case of many HT doctors, just not being very good physicians. A bunch of them are osteopaths. They all wanted to jump on the cash cow known as transplantation and retire down in the Bahamas. I hope I'm not over generalizing here. I think the coalition doctors here are probably a different breed for sure than the earlier guys. I had 2000 grafts done by one of them a few years ago and the work was great. Id like to hear some of your stories about these guys and which of them have the craziest personalities.

Hi guys, sorta newbie here. Am enjoying looking up the blogs and especially reading everybody's heartfelt journey to improving their appearances. One thing I noticed is that most guys here were married when they did a HT. I wasnt married during my first HT and decided to get a weekly hotel insteading of heading back home. I knew I was out of the social game for awhile, and didnt have a wife waiting for me, so I spent a lonely week in a crappy motel room recuperating. For anyone who can relate, here was part of my journal: Post Op: Wow! I really did it. All the lead up seemed surreal but ive really dont it. Im sitting on the bed and i go to the mirror and cant believe my head looks like a refugee zone. This is seriously drastic! What did i get myself into? Night One: Took a short nap and woke up feeling lonely. I feel the loneliness pretty intensely now. Can I really make it through another six days here in this crappy room? I know Im making an investment in my future but i wasnt ready for this lonely road. In the words of Springsteen it feels like a freight train running through the middle of my head. I slam some meds down, watch "Cops" ( a few dudes wearing sleeveless t shirts with tattoos headed to jail for domestic violence) and drift off to sleep worried about my mini grafts. What happens if I roll over in my sleep and they start bleeding? Day Two: Wake up in a fog. How did i get into this crappy motel? What am i doing here? And then it hits me. Transplant!! And then the compulsive dash to the mirror to "inspect" your surgery. My head was wrapped in a turban-like bandage that looks bloody. I gingerly unwrap the thing and take a peek. Bloody mess. Im tempted to get into the shower and wash it off but ive been told to wait another day before the shower "trickle". The painful freight train starts again and I slam my meds and start a long day of television shows. Its been awhile since I've watched "Newhart" re runs. The telly has become my best friend which is pretty pathetic. Im not hungry but by the end of the day i order out for pizza and answer the door in my turban. The middle east driver is wearing one too so he thinks i'm a blood brother from the sand wars. the pizza is cold and before I drift off it occurs to me that I've watched at least nineteen television shows today. Two of which were watchable. Day Three: Im feel like a veteran at this now. Slept pretty well. There is some dizziness and a serious head rush when I get up quickly off the bed. Then it hits me. I get to shower today! What a luxury. I crawl toward the bathroom and carefully remove the turban. Some blood has tumbled down onto my face and into my eyebrows. I hope the grafts are implanted! Stepping into the shower, i set the water on lukewarm and soap up my body, careful to keep my head away from the spray. Im truly filthy. I must have smelled like a diseased camel to the pizza delivery guy last night but who cares? Now for the hard part. I've been told to let the shower water hit that back of my head lightly and let the water tumble forward over the top of my grafts. The sensation is strange but I think Im doing it right. I take some shampoo and clean the horseshoe area around my head. I dont want to use any of it for a couple days on the top yet. I spend at least five minutes letting the glorious water flow over the top of my head removing all that blood, gunk, sweat, dirt, grease, and funk. When I exit the shower i feel like a new man and finally get a better look at the grafts. Less gruesome than i thought. I feel woozy again and sit down on the bed. This room is starting to close in on me. I settle in for for another long day of television. Im starting to feel like im living in a cave. I decide to switch up and order a sub sandwich for dinner. No strange look from the delivery driver this time. Im wearing an oversize cap. Day Four: Slept awful last night. More dizziness on my way to the shower. This time i let the tepid water run over my scalp and venture to use a little Johnsons baby shampoo on my grafts. The grafts feel strange to the touch but they feel solid. I feel tiny little hairs in them. Im getting the hell outta this room today!!!! I dress in some sweatpants, get into my car, and drive to a local park that i'd scoped out before my HT. I get out of the car and begin to walk and it feels great. Im wearing the cap on my head and the excercise feels good. There are people and dogs here and i begin to feel human for the first time. I cant walk quickly because there is a slight pulsing in my forehead and graft area. The excercise does me wonders. No doubt i could have done this the second day but i was paranoid. I walk a good mile or two at a slow pace and then check out a movie that afternoon. Im starting to return to regular life now. I could probably head home now, but i made the decision to give myself a week before seeing friends again on this self-imposed exile. Its is a sort of vacation that i've never taken before. I've never spent a week alone! More pizza in the room later. Day Five: I awake to some swelling in my forehead. I look like Frankenstein! The swelling is getting worse. Nothing much to worry about. I decide to actually do some work and i get my briefcase out and make some phone calls to customers. The contact is strange. I havnt spoken to anyone except three delivery drivers. I've already made plans to wear a jogging suit and a ballcap for a couple weeks when i return to work next week. I can get away with it because when im at the plant im only there to pick up brochures and such. Im gonna work the phones for a couple weeks at home instead of working in the field. Day Six: I return to the Docs office and they inspect my head. Too early to remove the staples. The swelling doesnt concern the doc too much. Im doing great he says. He gives me more pain meds. I dont really need them but i take them. They'll go into the medicine cabinet at home for a rainy day when i slam my toe on the bedpost or something. When I return to the room I sit down on the bed and then get hit by a thought. I cant stand another minute of this place and im getting outta Dodge. The bald hotel clerk gives me a wary glance when I announce im leaving early. Im wearing the oversize cap and my eyes have some swelling. I can see in his eyes "FREAK!" Dude knows something's up, because his beady eyes keep blinking, but he cant figure out what my gig is. I do a quick pack and im on the road. Four hour drive ahead of me. I feel like I just escaped from Leavenworth on the back of a garbage truck. Ive returned to the real world. I keep blinking like a rat stowed aboard the space shuttle. Funny how six days of virtually no human contact can turn you into some kind of deviant hermit. I finally arrive home and feel like I've been gone a month. Am I really going to make it to the three month mark before this stuff starts growing? (mini grafts in the old days on a virgin scalp started popping up at 2 and 3 months). I stumble into bed careful not to disturb either the grafts or my donor strip. The damn thing hurts in the back, theres no getting around it. All those ads from transplant doctors about "virtually no pain" are out and out lies because slamming the back of your head down on a pillow hurts when you've got an eight inch incision line that keeps oozing blood around the stitches. While im on the topic, those needles hurt like crazy. Sticking needles into the back of your neck HURTS. Why sugar coat it? If you've got the balls to do a transplant, you've got the balls to endure the pain, plain and simple. I sleep like a baby ready to face the world....but im like a small child on christmas night. I have no idea how hard it is going to be waiting for those little suckers to grow!

Hi guys, sorta newbie here. Am enjoying looking up the blogs and especially reading everybody's heartfelt journey to improving their appearances. One thing I noticed is that most guys here were married when they did a HT. I wasnt married during my first HT and decided to get a weekly hotel insteading of heading back home. I knew I was out of the social game for awhile, and didnt have a wife waiting for me, so I spent a lonely week in a crappy motel room recuperating. For anyone who can relate, here was part of my journal: Post Op: Wow! I really did it. All the lead up seemed surreal but ive really dont it. Im sitting on the bed and i go to the mirror and cant believe my head looks like a refugee zone. This is seriously drastic! What did i get myself into? Night One: Took a short nap and woke up feeling lonely. I feel the loneliness pretty intensely now. Can I really make it through another six days here in this crappy room? I know Im making an investment in my future but i wasnt ready for this lonely road. In the words of Springsteen it feels like a freight train running through the middle of my head. I slam some meds down, watch "Cops" ( a few dudes wearing sleeveless t shirts with tattoos headed to jail for domestic violence) and drift off to sleep worried about my mini grafts. What happens if I roll over in my sleep and they start bleeding? Day Two: Wake up in a fog. How did i get into this crappy motel? What am i doing here? And then it hits me. Transplant!! And then the compulsive dash to the mirror to "inspect" your surgery. My head was wrapped in a turban-like bandage that looks bloody. I gingerly unwrap the thing and take a peek. Bloody mess. Im tempted to get into the shower and wash it off but ive been told to wait another day before the shower "trickle". The painful freight train starts again and I slam my meds and start a long day of television shows. Its been awhile since I've watched "Newhart" re runs. The telly has become my best friend which is pretty pathetic. Im not hungry but by the end of the day i order out for pizza and answer the door in my turban. The middle east driver is wearing one too so he thinks i'm a blood brother from the sand wars. the pizza is cold and before I drift off it occurs to me that I've watched at least nineteen television shows today. Two of which were watchable. Day Three: Im feel like a veteran at this now. Slept pretty well. There is some dizziness and a serious head rush when I get up quickly off the bed. Then it hits me. I get to shower today! What a luxury. I crawl toward the bathroom and carefully remove the turban. Some blood has tumbled down onto my face and into my eyebrows. I hope the grafts are implanted! Stepping into the shower, i set the water on lukewarm and soap up my body, careful to keep my head away from the spray. Im truly filthy. I must have smelled like a diseased camel to the pizza delivery guy last night but who cares? Now for the hard part. I've been told to let the shower water hit that back of my head lightly and let the water tumble forward over the top of my grafts. The sensation is strange but I think Im doing it right. I take some shampoo and clean the horseshoe area around my head. I dont want to use any of it for a couple days on the top yet. I spend at least five minutes letting the glorious water flow over the top of my head removing all that blood, gunk, sweat, dirt, grease, and funk. When I exit the shower i feel like a new man and finally get a better look at the grafts. Less gruesome than i thought. I feel woozy again and sit down on the bed. This room is starting to close in on me. I settle in for for another long day of television. Im starting to feel like im living in a cave. I decide to switch up and order a sub sandwich for dinner. No strange look from the delivery driver this time. Im wearing an oversize cap. Day Four: Slept awful last night. More dizziness on my way to the shower. This time i let the tepid water run over my scalp and venture to use a little Johnsons baby shampoo on my grafts. The grafts feel strange to the touch but they feel solid. I feel tiny little hairs in them. Im getting the hell outta this room today!!!! I dress in some sweatpants, get into my car, and drive to a local park that i'd scoped out before my HT. I get out of the car and begin to walk and it feels great. Im wearing the cap on my head and the excercise feels good. There are people and dogs here and i begin to feel human for the first time. I cant walk quickly because there is a slight pulsing in my forehead and graft area. The excercise does me wonders. No doubt i could have done this the second day but i was paranoid. I walk a good mile or two at a slow pace and then check out a movie that afternoon. Im starting to return to regular life now. I could probably head home now, but i made the decision to give myself a week before seeing friends again on this self-imposed exile. Its is a sort of vacation that i've never taken before. I've never spent a week alone! More pizza in the room later. Day Five: I awake to some swelling in my forehead. I look like Frankenstein! The swelling is getting worse. Nothing much to worry about. I decide to actually do some work and i get my briefcase out and make some phone calls to customers. The contact is strange. I havnt spoken to anyone except three delivery drivers. I've already made plans to wear a jogging suit and a ballcap for a couple weeks when i return to work next week. I can get away with it because when im at the plant im only there to pick up brochures and such. Im gonna work the phones for a couple weeks at home instead of working in the field. Day Six: I return to the Docs office and they inspect my head. Too early to remove the staples. The swelling doesnt concern the doc too much. Im doing great he says. He gives me more pain meds. I dont really need them but i take them. They'll go into the medicine cabinet at home for a rainy day when i slam my toe on the bedpost or something. When I return to the room I sit down on the bed and then get hit by a thought. I cant stand another minute of this place and im getting outta Dodge. The bald hotel clerk gives me a wary glance when I announce im leaving early. Im wearing the oversize cap and my eyes have some swelling. I can see in his eyes "FREAK!" Dude knows something's up, because his beady eyes keep blinking, but he cant figure out what my gig is. I do a quick pack and im on the road. Four hour drive ahead of me. I feel like I just escaped from Leavenworth on the back of a garbage truck. Ive returned to the real world. I keep blinking like a rat stowed aboard the space shuttle. Funny how six days of virtually no human contact can turn you into some kind of deviant hermit. I finally arrive home and feel like I've been gone a month. Am I really going to make it to the three month mark before this stuff starts growing? (mini grafts in the old days on a virgin scalp started popping up at 2 and 3 months). I stumble into bed careful not to disturb either the grafts or my donor strip. The damn thing hurts in the back, theres no getting around it. All those ads from transplant doctors about "virtually no pain" are out and out lies because slamming the back of your head down on a pillow hurts when you've got an eight inch incision line that keeps oozing blood around the stitches. While im on the topic, those needles hurt like crazy. Sticking needles into the back of your neck HURTS. Why sugar coat it? If you've got the balls to do a transplant, you've got the balls to endure the pain, plain and simple. I sleep like a baby ready to face the world....but im like a small child on christmas night. I have no idea how hard it is going to be waiting for those little suckers to grow!

I swear, I never one time ever even considered scarring as a roadblock to getting restoration. It goes to show that every body has something different in their minds! The real problem with transplants is that you have absolutely no experience in making decisions. Youre in a desperate state of affairs usually which the old hacks used to prey on. IM talking about people like Dr. Chambers who did some work on me in the day.

Just wear a oversize bandana around, and go with a casual jogging/tennis suit and it looks like youre a sports guy. No one will bat an eye.

yeah, good one Bill. Indifference is probably the number one reason. isnt that pretty much why our lives never change year to year? we're basically stuck in different patterns and it takes work and risk to get out of them. much easier to keep doing the same thing and get the same result.

ROFL. Yeah, six to eight months of bedrest is best.

What a buffoon. How dare he make wide sweeping ignorant statements? His ego has gotten out of control

off the top of my head hasson cooley feller rahal and possibly true

If youre young and unmarried, i would strongly advise you to NOT tell people at work. Rather, take a leave of absence, or better yet, announce you're taking another job or starting a company and do the HT. We're only talking about six months time here from HT to results. You can work another maintenance job for that time where you dont know anyone and then re enter the corporate world. DO NOT tell people. They will only gossip. Something like what you're talking about would set the workplace abuzz with gossip at your expense. If you need to do something creative, schedule a "seminar" out of town for a month or take a class in another town at a univerisity. Any excuse to drop out for a short time while youre changing your appearance. Think it through.