Click Image To Visit Site Dreaming of a day when it’ll all be different. A day when you wake up… feel your head, and run your fingers through the thick full hair that have grown back, not the thinning pate that you are afraid to touch?
Are you tired of being the butt of constant cruel jokes, being compared as a Bruce Willis’ wannabe loser twin, or laughing along with your friends about it even when that’s the last thing you feel like doing?
A feeling. One I’m sure you’ve felt before. It’s that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach whenever you look at the mirror. That dread as you approach it… that queasiness as you notice how much hair you’re losing again. The feeling of despair and helplessness to stop it no matter how you’ve tried in the past, the shame when you had to don a cap just to hide that balding spot.
And if you’re based in New York, hell, you may have even bumped into me on the bus.. or even fighting with me over a cab!
But in all seriousness, I’m a regular guy who had a great job, sweet ride and a nice pad, a lot of things which I was thankful for. I LOVED my life and had a great zest for it.
It was a Sunday morning when I looked into the mirror that fateful day and realized that my hairline was in fact receding. And I was ONLY 27!
But just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, a few months later, I started balding at the crown…
Every time I looked into the mirror, I started to hate myself more and more and my self-confidence started deteriorating rapidly.
It slowed the hair loss, but didn’t grow any new ones and was costing me almost a grand a month..
And they conveniently forgot to mention to me about the side effects (more on this later!) and how your hair will keep falling off at a FASTER RATE when you stop the drugs.
That obviously wasn’t going to work for me, so I scraped for more money and desperately paid for hair transplants instead…
… the curt reply was a simple “We have a disclaimer that it may not work for everyone.”
Totally out of ideas, I used what was left on miracle cures, anything and everything online which promised the world.
Lesson learnt, those didn’t work for me and very likely wont work for most men on the planet…
… But if expensively ineffective programs are your cup of tea, then I’m sorry to have wasted your time, you should be someplace else but here.
Well, the drugs didn’t help, because of them, I started having dizzy spells at work, constant stomach pains and suffered a severe drop in confidence.
Almost overnight, from the happening “Q-Rod” I became the butt-of-all-jokes “Cue Ball”..
In retrospect, I think it was their way of telling me… Read more…
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