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I did today.
I was applying it in my bathroom adding the last squirt to my vertex when I dropped the whole bottle of minoxidil on the floor.
I looked down in horror as the solution poured all over the floor, immediately thinking of the money I have wasted.
Before I could react.
I panicked.
I furiously started banging my head on the floor in the hope that I would absorb the spilt minoxidil onto my head and hoping I would save a few drops.
My parents where downstairs and wondered what all the noise was coming from the bathroom, so they shouted up "What's that?!"
I replied in a half hearted voice. "Nothing"
That's when I slowly got up from my hands and knees, with minoxidil dripping from my ears, nose and chin, crying my eyes out at the error I had just committed.
I then sat down on the bathroom floor, put my hands to my minoxidil soaked face, gazed in the mirror and muttered in a slow beaten depressed voice "this isn’t my life is it"
There I was on a Friday night, sitting down in the bathroom, face covered in regaine extra strength 5%, while others are out partying and having a good time
I was at rock bottom.
That's when I got back up and started to enthusiastically line up my daily shedded hairs on my bathroom wall one by one. As I placed each hair on the wall, a new tear fell from my minoxidil covered face. In a sombre voice I muttered "The shafts seem pigmented at the bottom, but thicker at the top".
I sat back down.
Things couldn't have gotten any worse.
They did.
As I left the bathroom I dropped my unzipped hairloss bag down the stairs by mistake.
I dived desperately in the attempt to retrieve the dropped item.
I was too late
My blonde travel size toppik landed right in front of my dads feet.
Their I was lying on the floor, tears rolling down my face - head, nose and ears soaked in minoxidil extra strength 5% clutching my toppik like a baby in front on my dads feet.
The look on his face was, he looked ashamed.
I gazed up at him, like a broken man.
And said "What times dinner"
I got up and walked up stairs again and went to lie down with the expectance that a flying elephant would fly pass my window and sh!t in my face.
This is what hairloss has done to me.
I was applying it in my bathroom adding the last squirt to my vertex when I dropped the whole bottle of minoxidil on the floor.
I looked down in horror as the solution poured all over the floor, immediately thinking of the money I have wasted.
Before I could react.
I panicked.
I furiously started banging my head on the floor in the hope that I would absorb the spilt minoxidil onto my head and hoping I would save a few drops.
My parents where downstairs and wondered what all the noise was coming from the bathroom, so they shouted up "What's that?!"
I replied in a half hearted voice. "Nothing"
That's when I slowly got up from my hands and knees, with minoxidil dripping from my ears, nose and chin, crying my eyes out at the error I had just committed.
I then sat down on the bathroom floor, put my hands to my minoxidil soaked face, gazed in the mirror and muttered in a slow beaten depressed voice "this isn’t my life is it"
There I was on a Friday night, sitting down in the bathroom, face covered in regaine extra strength 5%, while others are out partying and having a good time
I was at rock bottom.
That's when I got back up and started to enthusiastically line up my daily shedded hairs on my bathroom wall one by one. As I placed each hair on the wall, a new tear fell from my minoxidil covered face. In a sombre voice I muttered "The shafts seem pigmented at the bottom, but thicker at the top".
I sat back down.
Things couldn't have gotten any worse.
They did.
As I left the bathroom I dropped my unzipped hairloss bag down the stairs by mistake.
I dived desperately in the attempt to retrieve the dropped item.
I was too late
My blonde travel size toppik landed right in front of my dads feet.
Their I was lying on the floor, tears rolling down my face - head, nose and ears soaked in minoxidil extra strength 5% clutching my toppik like a baby in front on my dads feet.
The look on his face was, he looked ashamed.
I gazed up at him, like a broken man.
And said "What times dinner"
I got up and walked up stairs again and went to lie down with the expectance that a flying elephant would fly pass my window and sh!t in my face.
This is what hairloss has done to me.
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