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There are two types of people in this world—you’re either a gut-issue girlie or a headache girlie. (Sorry, I don’t make the rules.) What category do I fall in you might ask? I’m in the headache group. Always have been, always will be.
To add a little context to the conversation, I had two brain surgeries in my twenties. Needless to say, I have a pretty good routine when those headache days arise. I reach for some water to hydrate, an Excedrin to dull the pain, and I take a shower so hot that it could literally melt your skin off. (Just ask my husband who complains about the lukewarm water I use to clean the dishes he’s been “soaking” for the last 24 hours.)
Sure, this routine works in most cases, but no one warned me that the minute I turned 25, a single glass of wine after 8 pm on a weeknight would actually ruin me for two days straight. It’s during those harsh, “I swear I’ll never drink again” hangovers while contemplating what I’ve done with my life that it’s time to bring out the big guns.
Enter: The headache hat. I mean, this thing has truly saved my life more than once. I bought it after seeing a few TikToks go viral about it and I would give my first born child to go back and buy one sooner.
Shop it: TheraICE Form Fitting Head Gel Ice Cap, $29.95, Amazon
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think I’d be able to survive a migraine without some sort of medication. But the one thing about this magic cap is that it provides instant gratification—kind of like when someone cancels plans when you’re desperate not to go. It can be used hot or cold, but given my history with violently hot showers, I’d like to keep the heat in the bathtub. So I throw mine in the freezer alongside the bag of frozen peas that I promise to use (but won’t ever touch). I grab it out of there whenever pain strikes and throw it on like a beanie that conveniently covers my eyes. It’s like your own personal black-out curtain to help drown out the rest of the world while you’re waiting for that damn painkiller to kick in. TBH, it works so well, I secretly use it when my husband asks me to watch sports with him and I’d rather be listening to a podcast.
It’s also made of gel which makes it super comforting. I’ve used the above-mentioned bag of frozen peas as an ice pack before, but the crunch of ice and inevitable condensation build up from thawing veggies makes it less-than-appetizing. And how could I forget about the essential headache-relief nap? This thing allows you to remain horizontal for as long as you need. And since it offers 360 degree relief, you can toss and turn on your pillow without having to balance it on your face.
While I’ll never understand what it’s like to have a million gut issues, this headache hat will come as a welcome relief to those suffering from headaches on the reg. And while I’m certainly no expert, but I am the queen of headaches, and let me tell you, this sh*t is worth all the hype.
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With the worst 2016 trends behind us, it’s time to look forward to all the weird things 2017 will bring in the name of looking pretty. Or for some of you, average. Enter: UV Henna Tattoos. The latest and greatest faux tattoo that you will see at music festivals all throughout the year. (Suck it, flash tats.)
Except these “henna tattoos” aren’t actually made with henna. They’re painted on with some temporary body paint that glows under a blacklight. In other words, they are not water/vodka spillage proof. In other other words, although they’re pretty to look at, they’re probably not worth wearing ¯_(ツ)_/¯.
However, the silver (neon?) lining is how trippy/scary/fun these will appear while you are on hallucinogens in the desert. Like, imagine being in a dark tent listening to a subpar DJ spin music that only sounds good because you paid a shit ton of money to be in the middle of nowhere and experience this because everybody says it’s “fun” and “not even that crowded” and wait..I lost it. Oh. Imagine being in a dark tent full of people with these tattoos all over their bodies. It might give you a seizure or panic attack, but it will totally be…honestly probably not worth it…
PSA: try staying home and taking hallucinogens/binge watching Vanderpump Rules instead.
That’s a fucking trip worth taking. (You can still paint your fucking body and wear a flower crown. If you must.)