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Pulsetto: Your Peace and Better Sleep Partner
In as little as four minutes, you can shift from tense, stressful feelings to calm, comfort and tranquility with the use of a Pulsetto.
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Long weekends are meant for relaxing, but it can be hard to unplug. Between the everyday stress and now the kids home from school for the summer, finding calm can take more than a weekend at a time. The Pulsetto wearable device stimulates your vagus nerve, promoting relaxation and helping you unwind and relax. Pulsetto has vagus nerve stimulation down to a science.
Just in time for Memorial Day, Pulsetto is offering their device for $300 off, but you can get an additional 10% off when you use our exclusive promo code USATODAY at checkout. That's a savings of $324, plus you can lower stress, enhance your focus, have a brighter mood, get better sleep and lower your blood pressure.
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What is Pulsetto? What does it come with?
The Pulsetto is a non-invasive, vagus nerve stimulator in a wearable technology form that fits around your neck. The entire kit comes with the Pulsetto nerve stimulator, a device charging cable, a user manual, access to the Pulsetto app and electrode gel for optimal skin contact.
How much does the Pulsetto wearable device cost?
Originally $542, the Pulsetto device is on sale for $242 and you can use our exclusive code USATODAY to save an extra 10% and ring up at $217.80 before taxes.
What does the Pulsetto app offer?
The Pulsetto app syncs to your device and provides five programs to help combat stress, anxiety and more. Pulsetto Premium gives you access to three different kinds of stimulations, 11 guided meditations, 54 breathing exercises and over 1,200 positive affirmations. The goal is help you relax, unwind and de-stress beyond the benefits of just meditating.
Both the free and premium plan offer a range of features to help you on your wellness journey.
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What is the Vagus Nerve? Are there benefits to Vagus Nerve Stimulation?
The vagus nerve is your longest cranial nerve, connecting your brain to several of your internal organs, including your heart, lungs and digestive system. The word vagus is Latin for wandering. It was given this name because it looks like it's wandering throughout the body, since it is so thoroughly spread out.
Your vagus nerve is responsible for signaling the brain to activate your relaxation response by releasing calming neurotransmitters like serotonin. Vagnus nerve stimulation (VNS) works by delivering electrical impulses to the nerve. Thanks to the Pulsetto's technology, the stimulation process no longer requires needles or surgery, but is non-invasive, wearable technology. Stimulating the vagus nerve helps to aid in relaxation, which means it is helping to inhibit the stress response in your body, lowering blood pressure and reducing inflammation.
A majority of Pulsetto customers feel the difference in a matter of days or week, depending on their health factors.
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Does Pulsetto offer a warranty?
Yes! You can try the Pulsetto device risk-free for 21 days. If you don't love the results, you can return the device for a full refund. Additionally, every Pulsetto comes with a two-year warranty and you have the option of doubling the warranty to four years.
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