Istanbul Hairwell review. three-hundred-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand

This is a review. (Excited from the colloquial.)

First day: April 6, 2011
After boarding a flight to Turkey at 11:30 p.m. on April 5, about 10 hours later, I arrived in Istanbul at around 6 a.m. local time. There was a hospital official who came to meet me at the airport, so when I arrived at the hospital by car, it was about 7 o'clock. I had another breakfast at 8 o'clock (even though I had already eaten on the plane), and briefly met with an executive (Bahartin, who seems to be in charge of foreign patients in this hospital, and a female doctor).
At around 9 o'clock, I went straight into the treatment room, shaved my back hair, and started collecting my back hair. Maybe because I did sleep anesthesia-like sleep endoscopy- and did the procedure, I didn't know that I was giving anesthesia to my head and just slept frantically. When I woke up, it was about 12 o'clock, and a hairline designer appeared and completely shaved my head and drew my bangs. At this time, he asked me to give my opinion, so I asked him to lower it a little more. I had a simple lunch in the treatment room - I didn't have much appetite maybe because I had breakfast twice - sleep anesthesia again.. I woke up in the middle of the night, and although I could hear the sound of head planting, I had no feeling. After waking up like that, the TV sound and the head were turned on in the treatment room by the nurses (two) chatting - I think it's been about an hour since I heard something that I couldn't understand, but I was told to wake up because the treatment was over and sign some documents. It's 7 p.m. I came to the hospital room, had dinner, wore the air neck pillow that the treatment room gave me, and lay on the bed as they told me. It is said that you should continue to lie down or keep your gaze on your neck toward the sky. It is said that the anesthetic solution placed during the procedure does not go to the face but flows out to the back of the head. I slept with a feeling of something flowing in the back of my head, but I woke up because I had a jet lag and a pain in the back of my head.

2nd to 4th day: April 7th to 9th
At around 9 o'clock after breakfast, I was called to the washing room to get an injection, removed the bandages attached to the back of my head, and applied ointment. I think this was the most difficult moment in my memory. But it was bearable. That's all the treatment on day two. As I lay in bed with a neck pillow, looking up at the sky, my muscles seemed to stiffen in my neck. The third and fourth days were likewise applied to the back of the head ointment in the washing room in the morning and were injected. As I lay down, I felt anesthetic fluid flowing from all over my head. The amount was gradually reduced. The stiffness of the back of the head gradually decreased. I was bored, but there wasn't much to do in the position where I kept lying down. I just found it most convenient to read a book.Bahatine came to the hospital room in the morning and evening to check.

Last day: April 10
Maybe because it was Sunday, the breakfast came out a little late. Originally, I had to shampoo from the fourth day, but the nurse in the washing room looked at my condition and asked me to shampoo for another day (I didn't understand Turkish, but I guess so), so I shampooed on the last day. First, I put lotion on my head and waited for about 30 minutes in the waiting room, and there were about 6 to 7 people who had the procedure together. One of them told me that he spoke a little English to this person. He came from Germany, and he looked up on the Internet, and I felt relieved to hear that he chose this hospital because it was a good place, and that the cost of the transplanted hair follicle and treatment were not that different. There seemed to be a lot of Germans, and they talked in English about whether they didn't know each other, and after someone said they were from Berlin, 3-4 of them suddenly started talking in German. After dinner, I left the hospital at 7 p.m., took a quick tour of Sofiya Cathedral and the blue mosque in front of it, and arrived at the airport. When I was asked to take off my hat when I was searching or going through the departure procedure, everyone said they had surgery, so I let them through with a smile. Maybe it was because it was Sunday evening, but I couldn't take up a seat on the plane because there were many passengers, so I just sat down.
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It's been a week since I had surgery today (4/13), and I don't have any pain in my bangs or back hair, but I'm still uncomfortable and having a hard time lying on my back. I'll have to put up with it for the sake of my grandmother.

The number of transplants is 3,584. The hospital people were people who couldn't speak English at all, except for a few (Bahatine and doctors). The hospital meal was fine. Breakfast was bread, black tea, tomatoes, cucumbers, and jam, and lunch and dinner were Turkish meals and it was edible. I went alone. Hairwell and Jun, who introduced me to this place, continued to help me through Skype in the treatment and hospitalization process, and I would like to take this opportunity to thank you.

Post a picture one by one immediately before and after surgery.