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Every month I get weighed just to see if it’s gone up or down.
There is about 25 of us who have to all wear the same clothes - a white vest and white shorts.
We then have to cue up 1 by one next to the scales and wait for the nurse to arrive, before she weighs each person one by one.
I was about 5th in queue.
Finally it got to my turn!
I was anxious and curious to see what I weighed this month.
I looked behind at the other 20 people in the queue - they were all gazing at me.
I stepped on.
The nurse then turned to me and said "ok, what are you on the scale?"
It all went quiet.
It was still quiet.
Then with a confused look on my face, I shouted "I'm a Norwood 3v with a receding hairline and extreme diffuse thinning on the mid-vertex region"
Everyone started to point at me laughing.
I didn’t know what I did wrong.
I got paranoid, so I started running around like a mental midget whilst pointing at everyone, shouting "stop laughing at the way I applied my Rogaine Extra strength 5% this morning!"
Still confused, I sat on the floor and started to continuously beat myself on the head with a t-spoon whilst muttering “Dr Lee said he’ll send me spironolactone cream last week!†- until I was finally air-lifted to the local hospital in a rescue helicopter where I was sectioned under the mental Norwood act 1983.
This is what hairloss has done to my life.
There is about 25 of us who have to all wear the same clothes - a white vest and white shorts.
We then have to cue up 1 by one next to the scales and wait for the nurse to arrive, before she weighs each person one by one.
I was about 5th in queue.
Finally it got to my turn!
I was anxious and curious to see what I weighed this month.
I looked behind at the other 20 people in the queue - they were all gazing at me.
I stepped on.
The nurse then turned to me and said "ok, what are you on the scale?"
It all went quiet.
It was still quiet.
Then with a confused look on my face, I shouted "I'm a Norwood 3v with a receding hairline and extreme diffuse thinning on the mid-vertex region"
Everyone started to point at me laughing.
I didn’t know what I did wrong.
I got paranoid, so I started running around like a mental midget whilst pointing at everyone, shouting "stop laughing at the way I applied my Rogaine Extra strength 5% this morning!"
Still confused, I sat on the floor and started to continuously beat myself on the head with a t-spoon whilst muttering “Dr Lee said he’ll send me spironolactone cream last week!†- until I was finally air-lifted to the local hospital in a rescue helicopter where I was sectioned under the mental Norwood act 1983.
This is what hairloss has done to my life.
