"You guys are coming back, right?"
It's probably not entirely sane to talk to your hair follicles, but I've caught myself doing it lately. It's been just under a month since I had 2000 FUE grafts, and every morning I find myself peering intently into the mirror, looking to see how many little hairs are still doggedly clinging to my new, hopefully improved hairline - things are definitely starting to look sparse again, and I'm really starting to feel the onset of the dreaded "ugly duckling" phase that so many HT patients talk about.
Hair transplants must be one of the few cosmetic surgeries where things look a great deal worse before they get better. Imagine a woman getting a boob job where her newly-augmented breasts shrink to an A-Cup before slowly building up to Ds, or botox where you go through a period of being mistaken for a shar pei before your skin gets baby-smooth. Hair transplants are a bit like that...hey, look at all these great new hairs where none were before! Oh wait, they're all going to fall out again and you'll be as bald (or more so, if you count shock loss) as before!
Even when you know it's coming and did all the necessary research beforehand, it's still a bit of a psychological battle, if only because as MPB sufferers we've come to see loss of hair as something wholly negative for so long that even when it's a supposedly positive sign - for once! - it's really tough to see those tiny little graft hairs in the sink and not attached to your noggin. I feel like I'm re-living those early days of my hair loss where I was losing in confidence and gaining in shiny forehead, when it was all horrifyingly new and seemingly unstoppable (I was, unfortunately, late to the Rogaine party, and Propecia wasn't readily available when I started to go bald in my late teens). Only this time it's happening in fast-forward and not over the course of many months/years! I keep looking at post-op photos where I can see all the grafts and telling myself that, yes, most of those hairs are actually going to come back in a few months, but the uncertainty and stress is definitely greater than I thought it would be before I had my surgery.
So, fellow HT patients, how did you weather the early days? What were your coping mechanisms?