(TEPE Hair Transplantation Center -- Istanbul, Turkey) The first day of surgery

As I thought about this and that in the airport waiting room, the flight time was almost up. The flight that leaves at 11:50 p.m. At 11:20 a.m., people began to line up for one or two planes. The faces were reminded of whether everyone was going on a pleasant trip unlike me. Mixed with their excitement, I got on the plane too. I deliberately chose the back window of the plane and booked a seat, so I finally sat down looking for my seat. Perhaps because it was a weekday, the plane was unexpectedly quiet. Finally, the plane started running very hard and took off after a while, and it soared upward without shaking more than I thought. I felt weird. There was no one sitting next to me, so the seat was very spacious. But the stewards of Turkish Airlines are strange. He doesn't laugh very much. When they talk to each other, they laugh well, but when they talk to customers, they talk as if they are fighting. Is Turkish like that? Anyway, there was no reason to refuse to give something to eat, so I nodded and decided on the menu. One of them, a stewardess, told me the menu, <<Bossam?>>He asked for it because he had a similar pronunciation. When I opened the food wrapped in foil, it came out like this;;;; not the bossam I thought it was, but the strange soft plastic junk blanched. After picking up a few, I put down my fork. Well, I'm not going sightseeing just to eat well right now. When I looked out the window, I saw a dark night sky and a few lights below. And after a while, as I passed over the sea again, the bottom became dark. Then I fell asleep, too, as if I was tired. And how long had it been, when I woke up, it was marked on the mini-television on the back of the front seat that it had not yet come for less than two hours. After waking up several times, a broadcast that he would land soon came out through the speaker. a flight time of more than 11 hours. He endured that long and long period of time with only hope and misgivings. The seat was so small that my back and legs were throbbing, but I endured it.
Finally, I arrived in Istanbul. I followed the people who were leaving to find the entrance and exit, and I arrived at the place where I went through the immigration procedures. He asked me to take off my hat again when I handed out my passport in front of the people in charge of immigration procedures. Oh, my. I'm going crazy;;;; why the hell do you keep looking at a few fluffy heads.. When I took off my hat, I said out loud, "Hair is a Hair Transplant" in a firm Korean that doesn't even work.
It was as if it were the same here.
At the moment, the employee who was looking at my passport at my strong tone made an impression. So I pulled out a hair with my finger and pretended to plant it on my head again, and he laughed. I just laughed at him, too. In any case, when I went out after going through the immigration procedures like that, everyone had already escaped and only a few people and guides were standing in a few positions. Because there was no local TPE person to meet me yet. When I asked the Turkish guides (men) standing there if they could make a phone call with their gestures and feet in a body language that didn't even work, they soothed me 2 lira with that country's money. I'm not sure, but it's about 2,500 won in Korean money.
I gave them 10 euros and gave them the 2 lira they said, so I was able to speak to a local TEPE representative who wrote it down on his phone in advance. The TEPE manager apologized and said, "I didn't know that the plane would arrive so quickly, so I told him to wait 10 minutes because he was a little late from his accommodation." (It's true that the arrival time of the plane was about an hour earlier than usual.) But I was stamping my feet thinking something was wrong with the TEPE manager not coming for more than half an hour when suddenly someone from far away gestured at me. The guide, who made me call earlier, was calling me this time with his hand gestures and gestures. So, when I ran with a puzzled expression, I signaled that it was me, in a word, to come here, turn around and go there. I said thank you and walked away as they said. And I looked back and said hello again because I was grateful to the guides. Then they greeted me as if they were looking at me as a monkey. How many times did they do monkey tricks? I just laughed and ran away. There was a doorway to the other automatic door that I ran to;;;;;;;;;;;;;; that I was still inside without going outside. The countryman should have gotten off at the airport. There was a turnstile there that sometimes stars would write their names, shake them, and welcome them when they got off the plane. Oops;;;; and for a long time I found my name among all those people, but I couldn't see it. How many minutes had passed, and suddenly someone approached me calling my name and greeted me. I'm in charge of TPE. After such a difficult reunion, we went outside and got on a car that was waiting in advance and headed to our accommodation. I was breathing out relief in the back seat while the car was driving down the road for about half an hour. It's finally Turkey...The car sped off as it brushed against unfamiliar buildings and night views. A local TEPE representative talked to the driver in fluent Turkish and sometimes spoke to me in case I was having a hard time with the awkward atmosphere. How long has it been, when I arrived at the accommodation, the TPE person in charge guided me to the room and was briefly guided by the future schedule in the room. The person in charge told me that after taking a shower, if you get some sleep, he will come back with the surgical medical staff around 10 a.m. I quickly handed over the operating expenses that I had prepared from the bag to the TPE person in charge first. Because I was worried that if I had money, I would lose it. The TEPE manager told me that I could give it to him later, but I was rather nervous about having money, so I left it to him unconditionally. It wasn't until the TPE manager left the room that he flopped down on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief. As I got up from my seat again and walked the Roman Shadow hanging from the window, it was snowing at dawn. After looking outside for a long time, I took off my clothes and took a shower. I fell asleep.(around 5 a.m. in Istanbul// 12 p.m. in Korean time) But can you fall asleep. After two or three hours of sleep, I woke up and found a meal in my room (a piece of bread, jam, butter, eggs, black tea). It was really like an ant's meal for the food brought by a generous nutritionist. However, unlike Korea, I thought it was Turkish to eat like this. It was really like a meal from the cartoon <The Planners' Dog> I saw when I was young. But the color of the boiled egg was unusual.. The skin is completely white! The inside was the same as any other egg, but only the outer shell was different. Anyway, I was hungry, so I ate it all up. It kept snowing outside the window while I sat down after eating and waited for the medical staff. It was interesting to see the eyes in a foreign country. In the meantime, worries poured into the back of my mind.

I had a primary surgery in the country. I was worried that the amount of hair that could be collected would be small. I was worried that if I came this long way and planted only a few thousand hairs, what would all this trouble mean.
However, as Korean team leader Pepe said, he decided to leave everything to medical staff and relax.
Even in such a distant country, every word of Korean team leader tepe (Tepe) was comforting and encouraging.

Around 10 o'clock in the morning, the local staff and the medical staff came to see me together. The medical staff checked my hair condition and the amount of hair that could be collected. The TEPE person translates their words to me, which means (my head is relatively small compared to others and my back hair is shaped like an inverted triangle, so I have less hair, and I can't pull out that much because I already pulled out a lot of hair during the first surgery). But what can I do. It's not that I'm not planting it, but I can't plant a lot because I don't have my hair... In any case, it was decided to extract the maximum amount of hair that could be pulled out, increase the density, and fill the hair loss area that will proceed in the future.

The procedure finally began around 10 a.m.
First, I took a picture of my head from 4 angles before surgery and shaved my head. Then, the back of the head to be dyed was marked and lay on the operating table. First, I started anesthesia. I was able to withstand most of the pain because I had been in so much pain while undergoing the first domestic resection. Even during anesthesia, the medical staff asked me if I keep hurting, and I answered, "No!" and he snooped his head like it was weird. I guess it was weird that other people would mark it as painful, but I didn't show anything. But..It really didn't hurt at all. No, it stung a little, but after cutting it with a knife, the pain must not have hurt that much. Rather, their surprised response was interesting. After the anesthesia was over, the punching work to collect hair finally began. He started punching the hair to be collected with a small punching that looked like the tip of a mechanical pencil. Then, when I wiped the blood with gauze cleaning the blood, the punched hair rose above the scalp on its own. As if trying to grab a mole with a hammer in a mole game, the punched hairs stuck their heads up one by one as if they were sticking out their heads. So I picked up the hair that I put my head up with tweezers and started listing it one by one on the gauze.
(All of these things I didn't see at the time of the operation, but I found out two days later while watching someone else perform the operation.) Has it been about three hours.
However, the punching and hair extraction work was still ongoing. I said in the morning that my head is small and I already have a lot of hair pulled out during the primary surgery, so I don't have a lot of hair to pull outI can't believe you're still pulling it out...You're plucking your hair for such a long time? It didn't make sense. No, it didn't make sense. I can't believe I'm still dyeing my hair for more than 3 hours... How much is it that it takes so long? (In Korea, the hair extraction time cannot be compared because it was cut out.) About three and a half hours later, the hair extraction was completed. But what was more surprising was that I dyed my hair in exactly half of the back, not the whole back of my head. But it was 3 hours and 30 minutes? It was a total of 2,050 hair follicles. With hair dyed today, I said I will fill the front part of my hair first, and the other half of my hair will be dyed again tomorrow to cover all areas of hair loss. Today, the first day, my hair collection on the back of my head was 2050 hair follicles and informed me that I'm starting to transplant to the front of my head after lunch. He even informed me in advance that tomorrow's wick sheep will be harvested. I wondered how I could tell you such an accurate weight, but soon the question was resolved. When I sat up and sat down after the hair was drawn, the hair drawn from me was placed one by one on the gauze soaked in a cylinder cup, which was densely laid like small grasses lying in a line, and 100 gauze were placed for each gauze of the same size. Therefore, if there are 10 gauze numbers, it is 1,000 mo, and if there are 20, it is 2,000 mo.
The number of gauze I saw was 21, and one of them was about half full, so it was 2050 mu. But the amount was enormous.
It was incomparable to the amount of first surgery in Korea.

If the amount to be harvested tomorrow is added together, it means that the total number will be more than 4,000 moles, which is equivalent to 8,000 to 9,000 moles in Korea. This is because foreign countries and Korea have different ways of counting the number of hair.
In foreign countries, regardless of the number of hair in one hair follicle, one hair follicle is counted as one, and in Korea, regardless of the number of hair follicles, if there are two hair in one hair follicle, it is counted as two.
So, when it comes to planting 1000 hair follicles, foreign countries plant 1,000 hair exactly through 1000 times in 1,000 holes, but in Korea, if you plant your head in 200 to 300 holes about 200 to 300 times, you can calculate the math that you planted 1,000 with it.

Therefore, even if the same 1,000 hairs were planted, it seems to others that 300 hairs were planted in Korea, while those who had the procedure abroad planted the same 1,000 hairs, 1,000 hairs were planted. So the density is incomparable to domestic surgery.

I am now the person who has performed surgery once in Korea and once in less than a year abroad, so I can be more confident of this difference than anyone else.
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After finishing the hair dye, Choi, who translated the hair transplant area in the afternoon before lunch, came before me and had lunch with a DaMo member who finished the surgery yesterday. They were all new to each other, but they quickly became familiar because they came to this distant country with the same pain. After lunch, taking a break, I got back on the operating table and just lay down in a more comfortable position than in the morning.

Finally, the afternoon surgery began.
Surgery to groove the seedlings collected in the morning (slit?) began.
First of all, since the head bone should not be injured during the slit operation, the work was started to fill the area between the head bone and the scalp with fluid so that the tip of the knife did not damage the head bone at all. After all the sap was put in, the slit work began in earnest.There were times when I was stabbed in a moment, but it was bearable. However, the method of planting heads overseas was quite different from that of Korea. In Korea, it is not possible to plant seeds right next to the place where the head was planted once with a tool called planting. So, it is less dense because you have to plant seedlings in a place slightly away. However, the density is almost fantastic here because the hair follicles are inserted in the place where the hair follicles are cut with a very thin ness (a very thin surgical blade) first to cut the seed on the scalp and then with a thin pair of tweezers when planting.

After the slit, the operation of planting seeds was carried out in earnest.

No way, I didn't think you'd plant your hair like that. In domestic surgery, it was finished in less than two hours. I didn't expect much and decided to watch out of curiosity. I'm lying down and watching, and it was like... My feet and hands started to get numb to the point where I wanted to dry the medical staff as I was undergoing surgery to see how long it took to plant my head. It was taking too long.


Even during the operation, the operation proceeded step by step, asking about my condition and asking if I was sick. I was relieved by each of those detailed questions. I even went so far as to thank him.
But maybe I dozed off and suddenly shook my legs in a dream. Isn't there a time like that in your sleep. I was surprised when I saw it and asked if it was okay with me, so I said it in my sleep, and I was embarrassed, so I just shook my leg once.
Planting, planting, planting, planting..................... I didn't know it would end even if I planted it. How long are we going to plant it...Later, my chest felt stuffy and numb, and I even became itchy... but I planted it, planted it again, planted it... I just gave up and fell asleep. How long has it been. He woke me up, so I woke up and asked him to have a snack. So I thought it was all over, and I said, "Well done." What's wrong with this. I'm tired of smiling that I only need to plant 300 more mo;;;;;; I lay back after a snack and thought it would be over soon, but it only ended after about 40 minutes. I didn't keep my word that it was going to end soon, but I was personally very satisfied.

Today's Hair Transplant took about 3 hours and 30 minutes to dye/plant, about 4 hours and 30 minutes, a total of about 8 hours.
Back in my room with bandages, I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. And then I couldn't help but be surprised..
Oh, my God...I couldn't help but be surprised by the dense density, as if I had a thin brush embedded in my head one by one. Is this really a human hand-planted head... It was incredibly tight. I was amazed at the dense hair that was almost as close to the back of my head.

With this level of density, it could be predicted in advance from the know-how through the experience of the failure of the first surgery that it would not show that it was planted at all after hair growth. I laughed silently. What's even more surprising is that the back of my head doesn't hurt when I get out of the bathroom and lie down on my pillow. I can lie down right after surgery;;;; In fact, after the first domestic surgery, I returned home and slept at a 45-degree tilt because I was so sick for more than 10 days due to the suture marks on the back of my head that I couldn't lie down. But I can sleep like this on the day of surgery;;;; It was amazing and amazing.
That's how the first day of surgery went.........
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