If I hadn’t developed a few bald patches on my scalp in the past month
I wouldn’t be sharing the interior of the beautiful new Westlake Dermatology building with you.
Took these a few days ago after my alopecia areata diagnosis and initial treatment.
A nice lady shot my scalp up in several places with something to hopefully restimulate hair growth.
Apparently, my own immune system is messing with my follicles.
Very naughty of it.
This could be stress related. So I’ve identified a couple little things bothering me and let them go.
Plus, I’m going to get my thyroid, iron and blood count checked next week, have a look-see.
I bet the patches will fill in just fine and dandy. Eventually.
And won’t lead to alopecia totalis, or universalis.
“Regrowth could take a year or two,” said the needle lady.
I see her again in a month.
You ever hear of or experience this hair loss thing? (Feel free to e-mail me, if you prefer privacy.)
I look at it this way — I don’t have anything life-threatening.
I’ve had almost 47 really great hair years.
Yep, I’ll be 47 tomorrow, April 4th. (Happy birthday me!)
And with a “comb-over” on top, and the back patches hidden under my long locks, you can’t even tell I’m missing hair!
Thank you, alopecia areata for keeping me humble, making me thankful for all the great things I do have, and for giving me these lovely photos to share.