You Know You’re an ER Nurse When…

  1.  You can’t walk around town without seeing your frequent flyer drunk/homeless clientele panhandling/getting arrested/participating in other questionable activities…

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    See you in two hours bob when you are “found passed out in park” …again

  2.   You are not shocked at all to hear that your patient with the black eyes who got the shit beat out of them was  just “minding their own business”

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    could’ve had me fooled

  3.  your patients mistake you for a flight attendant/waitress/maid…
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    Yeah Susan, I’ll get right on that, after I finish doing CPR on Mr. B over here.

     

  4.  When you think anyone who isn’t on a critical drip or on a vent is “fine”…

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    go home

  5. You have perfected the art of listening to a patient describe what is “accidentally stuck in my vagina/rectum” without making a facial expression…

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    and how did you say it got up there? OH you fell…

  6. When you are more afraid of bed bugs than TB and MRSA…
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    brb going to douse myself in bleach in the decon room

     

  7.  You can talk about room 8’s profuse diarrhea , the maggots crawling out of room 24’s leg wound and the homeless pt’s trench foot all while simultaneously eating your dinner like it aint no thing…

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    i’ll have some fries with that

  8.  You are banned from talking about anything work related at family/holiday dinners because last year you made everyone throw up and aunt Jane almost passed out

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    “what ? we all poop, its normal you guys”- me trying to rationalize my topic of choice

  9.  You are wish ther was such thing as nebulized/aerosolized Ativan

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    *dreams of peaceful waiting room and happy patients*

  10. You know what a B52 is…

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  11. Your patient in triage doesn’t want to wait  and threatens to leave and “call an ambulance and  so I can get right in to a room”…

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    great idea carol no one has thought of that before. also surpise, you’re still going to triage

  12.  You would rather take care of a coding patient than a cyclical vomiter…
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    *literally finds anything else to do besides take care of cyclical vomiter*

     

  13.  “Stop doing drugs”, “Stop drinking alcohol”, “Make better choices” are all legitimate d/c instructions

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  14.  You are constantly  checking out random people’s veins everywhere you go & mentally choosing what size IV you’d use

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  15.  You’ve had a patient walk into triage/come in by ambulance with multiple suitcases/luggage bags in tow

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    “better bring all these bags in case Im admitted”

  16.  You are angry for no reason, have zero form of emotion and tell the most vile stories and jokes without blinking an eye

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  17.  Your normally noncompliant diabetic patient requests food/a sandwich because ” I am diabetic and I haven’t eaten”

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    interesting how you don’t check your blood sugars regularly or take your insulin but let me stop everything I am doing to make sure you get a sandwich for all that insulin you did NOT take.

  18.  When you’re assessing the level of orientation of a patient and you aren’t even sure of the answer

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    wait it’s Tuesday,right?

  19.  when you are in triage and ask the AOx3 patient who ambulated in with soda &chips in hand what their emergency is and wait for them to put on the theatrics…

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    “pt states he literally can’t even”

  20. When your patient doesn’t want to be discharged for whatever reason (doesn’t want to d/c to jail, wants more pain medication, a warm bed to sleep in…etc) and drops the SI bomb

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    drunkacidal is a real thing

  21.  You know that LOL means little old lady

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    arriving by ambulance , ETA 5 min to room 5: LOL FDGB

And finally, You know you are an ED nurse when you put up with all of this, and keep coming back to work because you love your job & can’t imagine doing anything else.

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But honestly, the list goes on and on. What are some other reasons you know you are an ED nurse? Comment to share! 

**disclaimer: ED nurses are subject to some of the weirdest, most bizzare, emotionally upsetting, physically exhausting scenarios you could ever imagine. This post is meant to be something that ED nurses can relate to and laugh over, in order to cope with some of the craziness we deal with. This post in no way is meant to be rude, or hurtful to any group(s)of people– it is only meant to be satirical and something us ED nurses can laugh and bond over after a crazy day/week/month/etc.

 

 

 

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Thank a Nurse

Nursing is such an incredible, empowering, inspiring profession, but at the same time it can be overwhelming, depressing, and anxiety provoking- anyone who is/has been a nurse can attest to that. As nurses, we are fortunate enough to be able to touch the lives of so many , and many at their most vulnerable times. Yet because of this dichotomy, we are entrusted with a large amount of responsibilities, which can be overwhelming. With increasing censuses, patient acuity, and seemingly endless charting/documenting requirements, I sometimes feel like I am not able to be the best nurse I can be. I feel restricted by these things, and at times I even question myself “Did I do anything today to really help someone, or did I just do the bare minimum?”.  Personally I find that it can be tough to cope as a nurse in this environment- we want to provide the best care and we strive for excellence, but sometimes we feel we simply cannot meet the demands.  We often leave work burnt-out, sad, stressed, tired, and  all the while wondering if all of our hard, demanding, physically and emotionally exhausting work has just gone unnoticed. Then we may start to question ourselves as nurses. Is this why I went in to nursing, to feel like I can’t keep up, and to feel underappreciated?  Then, someone (anyone!) says “thank you” and for a small fleeting minute, the weight of everything else is lifted. It rejuvenates you. Crazy how two small words can mean the world sometimes, especially when we are feeling beat down and overworked.

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a little humor but I can relate!

To preface things, I guess I should clarify that as nurses, we do not do what we do just so we can have someone say thank you to us in return, because that is just not how it works. But, a small thank you goes a long way — whether it’s from management, coworkers, a patient and/or their family. Sometimes it’s the moments like these that help to remind us why we do what we do and inspire to keep doing. Whether or not we are thanked, we will keep doing our jobs (and we will be damn good at it because we are nurses, but I digress).

Anyways, I have a little thank you story that I would like to share. I had a complicated patient a while back, during a really busy shift, with constant admissions and discharges in the higher acuity section of the emergency department. The patient was maybe in her sixth decade of life, chronically sick with cancer and was brought in due to an acute issue that the cancer was obviously not helping with. She was weak, in pain and frail. Her husband was at the bedside the entire time and  was very involved in her care. He was quite doting and asked a lot of questions, and provided a lot of the crucial aspects of the history of present illness – which is not unsurprising or unexpected in this type of situation. I even remember that he knew how to deal with her complex GJ-tube that she had (also not uncommon, it always amazes me what family members take on in order to care for heir loved ones these days). He stated that he often has to troubleshoot it because it gets clogged, or clamped down,  and he was trying to explain to me all the steps he normally takes.  While I am the first to admit that I am in no way an expert or genius with all the different types of tubes and equipment people may come in with, I still wanted to give it a try, because how hard could it really be, right?  After several minutes of tinkering with the tube to no avail, I ran out to ask another coworker for some assistance. When I came back in with a coworker, we both worked on troubleshooting the tube without obvious success. Meanwhile the patient’s husband had been chiming in, telling us what we were doing wrong, and letting us know what we had to do. I could tell that he appeared to get slightly agitated/frustrated when he felt like we were not listening to him. When my coworker left, the patient’s husband vented to me and said “I am sorry to get snappy but I really just didn’t like how she didn’t want to listen to anything I had say. It’s like she didn’t want me to bother her ego. It’s not like I don’t deal with this every day. I know what I am doing”. This was a little uncomfortable for me (I am sure it might have shown in my face) because I did not want to put down my coworker, but I too felt like maybe she brushed him off a little bit and at the very least, I  wanted to let him know I heard his concerns. I apologized and asked him to show me again step by step what he normally does for his wife’s tube. I said something along the lines of “sometimes we forget that you guys are actually the experts with these things most of the time and that we can ask you for help”.  As I continued to work on the tube, the husband, patient and I had a candid conversation about this and how frustrating it must be for the patient/family to feel like they are not being listened to because we (nurses/staff) are just running through the motions doing tasks. We eventually fixed the problem with the tube, at least for the time being, and the patient’s husband and the patient herself thanked me for my patience and for listening to them. In the moment it felt weird being thanked for this.  I told them they in no way had to thank me, that I was just doing my job. He told me that “even though 4 out of 5 nurses would rush through things , not taking the time to sit and listen, it was the one that actually does, that makes a difference . We always remember the ones like you, thank you”. This really stuck with me. I was so appreciative of their gratitude.  The patient was eventually admitted to a medicine floor, and my time as her nurse had ended . The next day I arrived to work and was told there was something for me at the secretary’s desk. To my surprise, there was a bag of chocolates and a card written out to me- the card read as follows:

“Dear Hannah… I know you were upset with me last night, but nothing I said was directed at you. We think you are a super professional nurse. We wish they could all be like you. We have seen the best like you, and we have seen the worst. Thanks for being so nice”.

I was delighted to have a personalized thank you card from this family, especially because I took a lot of my time trying to sit and listen to them when it was really busy and I felt like I had thousand other things to do. But I was also slightly taken aback that he thought he upset me. I didn’t want him to have to apologize for me when he was only advocating for his wife/loved one when he felt like no one was listening to him regarding the care of her GJ tube. But overall it was very heartwarming and gratifying to get this thank you card from him and his wife. Unfortunately, I later found out that the patient became septic and was transferred to the ICU earlier that day where she later passed away. Even though his wife was so sick , her husband took the time to write me this note and thank me on behalf of her and him. I was so touched, and still am.

We have the amazing ability to make a difference to people during a fragile time for them. There is no way we can remember ALL of our patients- usually we seem to remember the ones where something drastic, sad or crazy happened- but we have to keep in mind that they will likely remember their experience with us. Trust me, people will let you know when they have had a bad health care experience, they are usually not shy about this. I like to tell them that I am sorry they have had a bad experience in the past and let them know that I am going to try do my best to make it so that their next experience is maybe not so anxiety provoking or maybe not so negative in their mind. Sometimes, just acknowledging their concerns and sitting in listening for a few minutes (which seems like an eternity when you feel like you have 100 other things to do) goes a long way for patients/families. And maybe, just maybe they will thank you for listening to them.

Many times at work, I am juggling anywhere from  3-7+ patients in the emergency department, meaning their acuity can range anything from non-urgent to life-threatening. Ideally, if there are higher acuity patients in my assignment the ratio is better, but that is not always the case because things are ever-evolving in the emergency department. At any given time however, the constants are still the same: patients are requiring assessments, IV placement/bloodwork, pain management, medication administration, assistance with activities of daily living (ie: getting up to the bathroom or commode), patient education, food/drink, documentation (a whole other beast)…etc. So there are days when I am literally running  around from one room to another, trying to get all the needed tasks done, all the while, feeling slightly dejected that I am not spending as much time listening/talking to my patients as much as I would like to. I try my best to try to give all my patients my full  attention and try to present myself as though I am not rushed,  (even though in the back of my head I already have a mental checklist of the next 5 things I need to do as soon as I can leave the room) because that is what I would want for my loved one if they were the patient. But the sad reality is, that doesn’t always happen and I know that the majority of the time some patients get put on the back burner while I attend to someone who may be “more sick” or someone who more often than not, may be making more of a scene (overuse of the call bell, yelling out and disrupting staff and other patients, using obscene language , etc). This constant chaos leaves me feeling really burnt out and frustrated, but also makes me feel that I am not always doing a good job at my job (major sad face here).

Recently however, I had a few patients/family members acknowledge how busy the department was, and how busy I was running from room to room and despite all of that , they thanked me. Even though I felt like I didn’t necessarily do much for them to warrant being “thanked” for, I was elated, shocked, taken aback. These two small words went such a long way and were so gratifying to me, especially at a time where I was stretched thin and probably didn’t/couldn’t provide the best, most thorough nursing care ever. Moments like these inspire me to not give up hope and they remind me of why I became a nurse! (Am I the only one who gets over excited,happy, emotional when a patient/family member thanks me?)

And finally, this one sums it up perfectly — This gentleman came in to triage,  sat down complained of chest pain and was going through the triage process when he slumped over and became unresponsive and pulseless. He was quickly rushed back to a room and CPR was initiated. He received 1 shock for V tach and compressions were resumed while we attempted to get access in him for meds. As I was putting in the IV I felt his leg move and alerted the team- hes alert, hes awake!!! He started to move all extremities and then he was able to start talking to us. It was an amazing and satisfying feeling when you can revive someone like that. We quickly carted him off to the cardiac cath lab …and he ended up doing well and is now home recovering! He sent us this lovely card after the fact:

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We Really Have the Best Jobs (info covered to protect privacy)

The fact of the matter is, we do have amazing jobs. We save lives. We get to be part of miracles like this. We don’t always get thanked, but when we do, it makes it all that much more beautiful.

XOXO,
Hannah

Food for thought: Think about a time a coworker thanked you for something you did, and think about how it made you feel. I know I am genuinely so appreciative of this, because I know we all are feeling the weight of patient census and acuity. I know that personally, when I have been thanked, it has gone a long way in my mind. I try to be mindful and thank my coworkers when I get the chance, because we are all bogged down and overwhelmed at times and we often forget to let each other know that we appreciate each other and recognize how hard we all work on a daily basis. It fosters an environment of caring- which is what we should all be about. Lets start the cycle of taking care of ourselves and one another, and appreciating and recognizing each other for all our hard work. Before you call out your fellow nurse on “why haven’t you done this or that” while getting/giving report, stop yourself and put yourself in their shoes– You don’t know what else they had to deal with on their shift.  Be appreciative of what they have done (versus what they haven’t done) and say thank you for that. Kindness and gratitude go a long way.  Thank your coworkers for coming in to work and putting their patients first, despite dealing with their families, personal issues, own crises. We all have lives outside of work, and sometimes we forget that. Thank them for coming in and doing their best they can to be a part of the team with you- recognizing that they may have left all their troubles at the door in order to do so. Don’t wait until shit hits the fan or some big/remarkable case happens to thank your coworkers (we are often good at thanking each other and recognizing each others’ hard work during extreme situations like codes, traumas, etc..) but sometimes we forget to say thank you to our coworkers in less “obvious” situations.  Thanks to all my amazing coworkers, who not only deal with my annoying/complaining ass,  but inspire me to be better every day. I love you all.

Work-Sleep-Repeat: Can the Cycle be Broken?

It’s pretty well known that nursing schedules can be pretty tough- long, strenuous hours, weekends, holidays, you name it. Snow day? Guess what, not for you! Hurricane? Oh don’t worry, you’re expected to show up on time anyways. City is shut down? Well, not the Hospital. You get the point… I guess the toughest part, in my opinion is trying to find a balance between our hectic work schedules and our personal lives, which sadly gets swept under the rug most of the time, if existent at all.

Apologies if this post seems a little scattered but I just want to take you through the various schedule changes and challenges I have endured over the past year and a half or so to just give you an idea of what kind of roller-coaster ride Ihave been on.

This past year, in particular has been a big one for me with a lot of changes, ebbs and flows. I was fortunate enough to get accepted into graduate school at the University of Vermont in Fall 2013 to pursue my master’s in nursing to go on to become an FNP (family nurse practitioner). This was an exciting time for me, but also a very stressful time because I had to go in all-or- nothing. There was no option for me to take classes part-time, I would have to enroll as a full time student and somehow make that balance that with work. At that time, I was working committed scheduled hours at my first nursing job post-graduation, but luckily I was fortunate enough to be able to go to per-diem status so that I could (attempt to) schedule shifts around my school schedule. It was all shaping up to work out well, or so it seemed…

Naturally, school presented to be extremely challenging as well as a huge time commitment. I realized that I was spending more time at the library than at work, and when I was working, I was working all different hours and shifts and that I had absolutely NO routine. I wasn’t eating correctly- I would constantly forget to eat meals, sleep through meals during the day, or I would absolutely binge on junk food at work just to stay awake (FYI sounds gross but doritos and whipped cream cheese is a heavenly night shift treat, thanks Shep 5). I most definitely was not sleeping enough, and I absolutely could not handle the stress (ask anyone who knows me). But even with all of this, I think I was in denial, because at that time I refused to believe I was in over my head or that I had adopted such an unhealthy lifestyle.

Apparently somewhere between the stress of school and work, I ended up unintentionally losing about 10 lbs, most of which I really couldn’t afford to lose in the first place. In this case, I was so enveloped in the 12,000 things I was currently trying to tackle that I failed to even notice what was happening to my own body. I knew it was bad when people started making comments to me about it because that meant it was obvious enough to be noticed. They would say things like “oh my you look so thin”, or “are you eating enough” or my own personal favorite, ” you need to eat a burger, or two!”… Andddd cue to the tears. These comments made me want to curl up in a ball and cry.  How was it possible that all of this was happening? I was not trying to lose weight, I did not want to look unhealthy, or BE unhealthy yet I realized that that was exactly what was happening right before my eyes, but I was just too busy to notice. In a future post, I will come back to talking about dealing with stress specifically, as it is a major topic to touch upon for nurses and healthcare professionals (actually all young professionals alike), but for now I digress.

So the first semester came and went; I picked up hours at the hospital and worked through my winter break  (and even took a fun and much needed vacation) and before I knew it school had started all over again. This time, I was starting my second semester with the added stress of caring for a sick family member (more detail on this in a future post). Again, I put my health and my priorities aside because I needed to help nurse my sister back to health, needed to make it to class, put in my clinical hours, complete my assignments, and keep up with my per-diem hours. Even when I knew I was overbooked, stressed, or tired I felt really bad saying no to  co-workers who would ask me to cover a shift, so more often than not I would just cover their shift, because that is just what nurses do right? We are meant to work these demanding hours and push ourselves to the limits? Isn’t it our duty? Why is this the nurse mentality?  

Anways, moving on… The second semester ended without any hoopla (thank goodness) plus I had something exciting planned- my first travel nursing assignment. I was going to live in Boston for the summer with my best friend and one of my “work wives” who I had met the previous summer while she was on her own first travel assignment in Burlington, VT! I was nervous and scared but excited at the same time. I knew this would be a good opportunity for me to gain some more experience, meet new people, try to de-stress and of course make some money in one of my favorite cities. I knew that if I stayed in Burlington, VT over the summer that I would not pick up many shifts because I was so burnt out from school that I would use that as an excuse to justify that to myself as a reason to not work, and then as a result I would be broke and lazy. So the travel idea was perfect solution to that.

I ended up LOVING my first travel assignment in Cambridge, MA, where I met some of the most amazing nurses and people I know. I learned so so so much from them and over the course of 15 weeks I felt like I had grown tremendously as a nurse. But, my schedule was pretty rough- I worked 36 hours a week, meaning I did three 12 hour shifts a week and it was a day/night rotating position. Somehow, I got through it all. I made time for myself, even made time for exercise/running along the beautiful dirty Charles River at sunset (taking advantage of the breathtaking views of the city as a main motivator). I made time for fun with my friends (crazy I know) and I met the love of my life, Matt, which I can say was easily the highlight of my summer. I will leave out the part where I broke my finger, was out of work for a month and had to extend my contract that extra month going into school, because it was easily the most stressful time of my life. That last month of work was so challenging trying to balance full time work with full time school AND clinical hours. I cringe just thinking about it. But I made it.

After that mishap, I was back up to Burlington to finish out the semester, and I was way way way behind in my clinical hours and courses. Luckily my professors were all very accommodating, but I still had to put in a lot of extra effort. At the same time I was picking up per-diem shifts whenever I could at the University of Vermont Medical Center because I needed the money and wanted to help out the short-staffed unit as much as I could. To say my life was hectic would be a major understatement at the very least. My life had no rhyme or reason; my roommate never knew if I was at home, at the library, working overnight, or just missing (kidding!). Half of the time I didn’t know what day it was, what week it was, what I was supposed to be doing, where I was supposed to be. I missed so many appointments, overslept through classes and missed assignments. Who was I? This had NEVER been like me, it was like I had a traumatic brain injury. I was losing my mind, because I had absolutely no routine and I was working myself beyond my breaking point.

But, what did I do next, you ask? Well I finished that semester somehow and passed (which is really just amazing to me that I could cry). Then I thought, oh well since I survived that, I can do anything! (wrong by the way, but people rave about being optimistic so I gave it a try!) So, with that being said, I took a shortened 8-week travel assignment in Boston, MA at the world renowned Brigham and Women’s Hospital. It was a win-win in my eyes because, again, I got the opportunity to gain experience at a wonderful hospital, meet new people, gain new skills and I got to spend the time with my boyfriend over my winter break. How relaxing…. not.

When I got here and knew I had committed to night shift, so that was not a problem for me. However, I was expecting to work three 12 hour nights, something that I knew I could handle. I could bust out a few night shifts in a row, if I could get like 4 or 5 days off afterwards, no problem! But no, that was not the case. My hours here were all a mix of 8 and 12 hour shifts to make up 36 hour/week. Some nights I would work one on, one off, two on,etc. Again, there was no rhyme or reason to my schedule or my life at all. I was SO exhausted all the time; so moody and unhappy with everything. I was not eating, I was not working out, I was not making time for myself, my family and friends or my boyfriend. In fact all I was doing and all I thought I had the time to do was work, sleep and repeat.  I know many people probably feel this way, especially nurses, and it is so easy to see how you can get caught up in this vicious cycle. Yes I did have a routine I realized, but a really unhealthy and poor one. I would go to work, come home and go to sleep for as long as I possibly could and wake up with just enough time to shower and go out the door to work. Then I would come home from work and do it all over again. On my days off, I would still be catching up on lost sleep that I wouldn’t want to leave the apartment, heck my bed. I would justify not doing anything or not working out because, “I’m too busy” or “I’m too tired, my schedule is crazy”. I became a human slug.

 

Before all of this craziness, believe it or not I used to work out on a pretty consistent basis, it was my way of balancing my life out and relieving stress- a comittment I had made to myself for my physical and mental health.  I even managed to run my third half marathon this past November, but since that run, I had not exercised. Not once. It was so sad, and I could feel the toll it was taking on me physically and mentally. I felt like I was slipping away.

So here I am today, in Boston, finishing up my last few shifts at the Brigham and I feel revived, I feel like a new person. I no long feel like a  total zombie- I mean I am still tired from time to time, and yes some days I just want to lay on the couch and watch trash TV all day, but that’s normal right?  But what have I done differently that has transformed me into being happier and having more energy? Well,  I have added in a consistent workout to my work-life routine to help balance out my life a little more and it has made me feel like a completely different person. What is this workout you ask? PureBarre– a mix of ballet, yoga & pilates and I am absolutely hooked. It is the best 60 minutes of my day and I try to make sure that I make time for it everyday regardless of if I have work or not. I even find that it is best if I go AFTER my 12 hour shifts just because I still have the energy and if I go home I know It will take me awhile to fall back asleep anyways so why not go get my workout out of the way? After all, It is just an hour out of my day and it helps to make me feel refreshed, helps me clear my mind from  stress and makes me feel fit and healthy- something I haven’t felt in such a long time.

Anyone who hasn’t hasn’t tried PureBarre or who doesn’t understand the hype of it needs to try a class- I can almost promise you that you will fall in LOVE with it.

I joined the the PureBarre Boston studio on Newbury St. in BackBay and I must say the instructors and everyone who works there is amazing and accommodating. They have a new client special going on that is 100$ for one month unlimited, which is totally worth it, because it can be quite pricey (ike 21$/single class pricey). The first class may seem overwhelming because it is pretty fast paced and they use some words you may not be familiar with, but the instructors will guide you through it and adjust you as needed. It is a total body workout and you can really feel it in your arms, thighs, abs when you leave and you will be sore the next day which is a feeling I love. But don’t be fooled, you won’t be too sore to go back the next day! In fact, barre is something you can go to 3-4 days in a row when you are just starting out and then up to 5-6days in a row/week when you feel your body has adjusted.

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If you are going to try a barre class here is what you can expect:

-Entering into a warm, cozy lobby with a cute boutique feel, candles burning and cute (expensive) apparel for sale

-You will get a tour/lay of the land of the studio/lockers just make sure you show up 15-20 minutes early.

-You will need a pair of socks with sticky grips on the bottom- you can buy a pair at the studio for 12$.

– You will want to wear pants, leggings/cropped leggings- definitely no shorts & a fitted top so that you can see your muscles working in the mirror.

-Don’t worry about what other people are wearing, you will see people wearing all lululemon or athleta, purebarre-wear etc… you don’t have to dress fancy, just dress prepared to sweat and have a good class.

-expect your muscles to shake, especially your thighs during some of the barre exercises but that is normal and actually means that your muscles are being worked to their max!

-the instructor will use the word “tuck” quite frequently and that basically just means to tuck your hips up and in and contract your lower abs! In fact you will be “tucking” so much that you will feel as if you are gyrating the air… well, that is because you are!

-You will leave feeling strong, energized, motivated (and probably a little sore) but most of all you’ll probably be hooked/obsessed! I don’t think it’s possible to do just one class.

Try it out & Let me know what you think!

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I already feel like I am seeing some of the benefits of Barre! We will see how it progresses a month from now!

Joining PureBarre has been one of the best decisions I have made in the past couple of weeks because it has helped me find a balance between my work life and personal life and has helped me break up the work-sleep-repeat cycle. My advice to you- find your barre (try not having it be a BAR though, that’s kind of frowned upon). Find some dedicated you-time to break up that awful work-sleep-repeat routine that so easily sucks you in and turns you into a tired zombie robot on repeat. Whether it’s yoga, knitting, reading, writing, exercise, etc., the sky is the limit – you choose!

Do you ever feel like you are stuck in a work-sleep-repeat cycle? What do you do to help get out of shiftwork funk?

Thanks for reading!