I Am Ready to See the New Growth

At 50, I had not had surgery ever since I was a child and had to get my tonsils out. Even then, I remember fighting my parents over it as the thought of going under the knife was overwhelming. I did not win that fight, but once I was an adult, I stayed out of surgical rooms as if my life depended on it. For the most part, I was afraid of the after-effects, having seen people go into surgery okay, only to develop complications later. But then came the divorce and my balding head, and I felt the urge to do something about my appearance so I could feel better about myself. It sounded cliché to my friends and family, but I went through with the FUE hair transplant, somehow unbothered by the needles, sedation, and more. Everything was actually fine until the second day when the anesthesia wore off, and the scabbing started. Saying that I fell into a panic would be an understatement. I was worried that I would do something wrong and that the risk I had taken would not be worth it. Doing a Google search worsened my panic as I was coming across different medical terms that sounded quite serious. On speaking to my coordinator, she asked me to go through the aftercare instructions that the clinic had given me, which I had somehow (and foolishly) ignored. It turned out that the guide had everything I needed to know, and even included images of what to expect on a day-to-day basis. My sanity was immediately restored as I now knew that the scabs were part of the process. Later on, I went in for my first wash, and the nurse offered me even more information on how to take care of my scalp. I have just finished the shedding phase without losing my mind, and I am ready to see the new growth.