Now where did we leave that ginger biscuit wielding 11 year old? Oh but how could I forget? At the Dermatologist with his needles of Cortisone! The 11 year old was snot crying, pleading with her hapless Father to spare her from the pain. Her Mother had withdrawn from Injection Duty after failing to cope, and her Father now understood why. Watery eyes, flowing snot and hiccup screams were the reason. The injections stopped. This was before widespread use of the W.W.W. and no, you chuckling so-and-so. It wasn’t before the Internet, just before the widespread use of it, so the Father went to the local pharmacy to get advice. The Pharmacist told him of a new topical treatment derived from high blood pressure medication called Minoxidil, however there was a catch: it wasn’t available in the country. Joy. Not locally available AND costly to import. Temple and Nape Patch alike continued to grow and the ongoing concealment of their progress was becoming increasingly challenging. The parents had no choice – they had the pills imported and the helpful Pharmacist mixed them up and there you have it – Topical Minoxidil (2%). Gloves were purchased because the ointment was not to make contact with unafflicted skin. It was applied sparingly twice a day and each application was puncuated by verbal reminders from The Father to not 'use too much! Do you know how much that small thing costs?' That, dear Reader, was the begining of PatchWatch: the Series.
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