Let’s talk about the "weird shit" we don’t post on Instagram. You know, the moments where you’re so excited, so scared, and so overwhelmed by your own success that your IQ temporarily drops to room temperature? Yeah, that. I have been waiting three years for this. Three years of being told "no," three years of medical red tape, and finally—FINALLY—the stars aligned. I am off all medications. I am officially "Dr. Approved." My glow-up peptides arrived, my Vitamin D injection was ready (because without it, I am a lethargic, "poor me" puddle of a human), and then there was the holy grail: NAD+.
The Science of the "God Molecule"
For those who don't know, NAD+ (Nicotinamide Adenine Dinucleotide) is basically the fuel for your cells' engines (the mitochondria). It helps with DNA repair, energy levels, and keeping your brain from feeling like it’s made of wet cardboard. It’s like a software update for your entire body.
The Great Needle Paradox
Now, keep in mind: I am an advanced aesthetician of 18 years. I have more tattoos than I can count. I get "needled" once a week to release trauma and stagnant energy. I am a literal pro at skin. But this tiny bottle of NAD? It had me shaking like a leaf. My bestie (the safe person who sees all my weird shit) comes over to walk me through it. I’m standing there like a total dumbass, freezing up. It’s like when you’re trying to wax your own upper lip—you’re staring in the mirror, hand shaking, knowing it’s going to sting, and you just... stall. You forget how to read. You forget you’ve graduated college four times. You just become a squirrel in headlights. I finally jabbed it. And you know what? Just like the wax strip... it wasn't that bad. I felt like a superhero. I felt like Life with a capital L.
The "Dumbass" Moment
So, I’m riding this high. I’m cleaning up. I’m putting my fancy new vials in the fridge. My girl is watching me, we’re vibing, I’m about to give her a massage. Everything is "vitamin glorious luxury." The next morning, I open the office fridge to grab a water and I just... stop. I’m staring at the freezer tray. Nestled right there next to the ice cubes is a bag of my syringes. I put the syringes in the freezer.
Pro-Tip (that I clearly forgot): While the NAD+ vial loves the cold fridge, your syringes do NOT need to be cryogenically preserved. They belong in the cupboard.
I hit up my girl like, "Dude, why did I freeze my needles?" Her response? "Oh, I saw you do it, I just didn't think anything of it." Thanks, sis. Real helpful. I’m panicking, hitting up nurse friends, thinking I’ve committed a medical felony. Everyone is laughing. I’m laughing. Because at the end of the day, that’s the "weird shit." You can be a successful business owner and an educated professional, and still be the person who tries to freeze plastic.
The good news?
The NAD is working. My ass is moving, shit is getting done, and my brain is back online—even if I did try to turn my needles into popsicles.
