I'm not totally dreading the aging process. I'm OK with some wrinkles, gray hair, and my steadily earlier bedtime. What I hadn't thought about until recently, though, was the way my body is going to literally fall apart one day. I got a sneak peek of it a few weeks ago when I messed up my back and was forced to spend as much time horizontally as I could for a while.
You'd think after moving nearly eight times in the past two years (life is a highway!), I'd have the hang of it, but nah. I still always wait until the last moment to pack everything, and I'm too stubborn to ask for help, so I end up trying to do everything myself. This usually just leads to me stress-crying in the middle of the night and feeling sore for a few days.
When I moved into my current apartment last month, though, I guess I lifted something the VERY wrong way because the next day, I couldn't bend over or get myself out of a chair without my eyes welling up in tears from the pain. My doctor prescribed me some painkillers and muscle relaxants (ayyyyeeeee) and told me to CHILL.
(Side note: Three doctors have told me to try and be less stressed lately, because my body is falling apart and I have stupid high blood pressure for an otherwise healthy 26-year-old, and the pressure to be less stressed is STRESSING me out. Ugh, I need 17 vacations or maybe a lobotomy.)
Back injuries are some of the least glamorous injuries of all time. In grade school, having a broken arm or leg was very chic and cool because 1) you usually had an awesome gory story about how said limb was broken and 2) you got a sweet cast (bonus points if it was a neon green or pink) and then everyone signed it with hilarious notes and doodles. If adults tried this, we'd probably just end up with a bunch of dicks drawn on our arms because adulthood is bleak AF.
Anyway. I f'd up my back. When it hurt for a few weeks to bend over and look into a mirror or reach down into the cabinet drawers where I keep my makeup, my beauty game suffered. I didn't really care (remember when I said I had muscle relaxants?), but I didn't want my skin to suffer while I withered away.
Turns out, even when you're hobbling around or bedridden, there are still a few products that will be there for you. Though no one told me life was gonna be this way, here are the loyal beauty and skincare friends I got through the worst of it.
Even when I'm not injured, I'm a fan of any beauty or skincare product that encourages as little work input as possible. That's where mists come in.
I lived in Mississippi for eight years, and during those swampy times I grew very fond of any mist that claimed to be "cooling" or "refreshing," but I'd never given much thought to the actual skin-healing properties a mist could have. Skin Inc's mist came along and schooled me.
It's a SERUM in a MIST. This stuff is the lazy-girl holy grail. I have two bottles: I keep one in my fridge at home and one at my office. I'm addicted. And when my back was hurt, I kept this mist bedside for all my hydrating and healing needs. With hyaluronic acids, humectants, and mineral-rich Japanese hot-spring water, this mist is luxe and legit. It hydrates and plumps my skin while soothing any tender spots and calming my redness down. This mist is basically my BFF.
When I was posted up in bed, I was too sleepy and nauseous to really put thought into my perfumes. I still craved good scents, though. Luckily, I had this little bottle of body spray Marci gave to me a few months ago.
These body sprays are made without any alcohol or potentially skin-drying ingredients. The scent is VERY strong at first, but dries down quickly to something much softer. The lavender-vanilla bottle is a perfect combination of the two scents, with a really herbal punch to it. Lavender is well-noted for its calming properties, and I sprayed this stuff all over my bedding while I was lounging dramatically on my deathbed.
Like every girl ever born, I've amassed quite a collection of lip balms in my life. I have a few favorites that I turn to again and again, and Dior's Crème de Rose Smoothing Plumping Lip Balm is one of my longest-lasting constants.
It's plumping, hydrating, and smoothing with the fresh, soft scent of rose. It's even got SPF 10! Also, when you're feeling down in the dumps, few things make a gal feel special quite like a little bit of Dior. Know what I mean?
I love sleep. It is so precious to me. I love to sleep whenever I find a spare moment, and when I was injured (and a little whackadoodle'd out on painkillers), sleep became even more of a priority.
Unfortunately, I live in a lovely little sun-soaked apartment, and sleep is hard to come by mid-day. Sleep masks have become a vital part of my life. I have two that I picked up from the drugstore.
The contoured one doesn't smush my eyelashes in the night and isn't as tight, but it occasionally lets a little bit of light in. It's a great mask for quick naps. At night, I go with the non-contoured one. It's a little tight but NO light gets through that thing.
I got some earplugs for the same reason I got an eye mask. Man, I love to sleep! Also, I just moved into a house with roommates for the first time in a long time. (The last time I had a roommate, I had to get a restraining order on him. This time is much better!)
After years of living alone, I had forgotten how much noise other people make doing normal people things, like walking to the bathroom. Rather than wake up 30 times per night, I snagged some plugs.
Now, I wasn't just about to buy any old earplugs. Obviously, because I'm literally the most insufferable tween you know, I went on Etsy and copped some Holly Golightly-style tassel earplugs. Now I sleep peacefully, like the classy call girl I am in my dreams.
These have been my favorite face wipes since I was, like, 13. Though I don't normally resort to the wipe route when it comes to cleansing, desperate times call for lazy measures. I keep these on my sink for a quick facial rub-down if I get to feeling greasy or grody. They're the perfect amount of wetness, with no fragrance or irritants.
I'm feeling much better these days. My back's still not at one hundred percent, but I feel less like a 100-year-old person, so that's good. I'm still trying to sleep as much as possible (because I'm a bear) and so these products are still a regular part of my routine and I am thankful to them.
- Y'all ever dealt with back injuries? It's the worrrrrrrrrst!
- Muscle relaxants are fun though! Tell me about your favorite muscle relaxant or face mist.