The top of my head is looking better. It's not red anymore. Though there are a few scabs, as you can see in the photo below.

The back and sides look better too. There are still spots of blood but you can't see them unless you're looking closely.

By the way, three nights ago, I had a dream where I had thick, luxurious hair. It was amazing. The hair transplant was a massive success. Then I woke up. It was a shame to wake up from that dream.

Also, on Christmas Eve, I was farting a lot. I don't normally fart, so I think farting so it might be something to do with the antibiotics from the hair transplant surgery. (I had to take antibiotics for the first week after the surgery.)

The hair doctor has prescribed me finasteride, so I'm taking that now. It stops your balding from getting worse. Though one possible side effect is permanent erectile dysfunction. That means even when you stop the medication, you still can't get an erection. So taking finasteride is like playing Russian roulette with your penis. Because if you're one of the unlucky ones, then your penis is not going to work anymore. But on the upside, I won't lose any more hair from my head.