#she keeps bringing it up! and keeps saying how people taking extremely low doses fixed their depression with it!

[rainbowpaladins]

Untitled ABO fic pt7

As the Blue Lion touched down in her hanger, Lance almost fled. He both did and did not want to see who the new Blue Paladin was, this person that had replaced him. Wasn’t sure if he wanted it to be someone he knew or someone he’d never met.

Through the bond, Blue sent a wave of love and calm. Having more than one Paladin was not a weakness, for her. She loved both of them equally.

So, Lance stayed the several critical moments necessary for the pilot to finish landing and to start down the walkway to the hanger. He blinked as a female-like in a pink Paladin suit came down. He hadn’t expected the person to wear any other color other than the lion’s.

The figure paused upon seeing him, before rushing forward, visor opening to allow him to hear: “Lance!”

Lance stared, even as he was enveloped in a hug. “Allura?” And didn’t that make sense? Of everyone that deserved a chance to be out there fighting the good fight on the front lines, it was Allura. As she pulled away so they could better see each other, he raised an eyebrow at her. “Pink? Not going with blue?”

She smiled, her eyes a little misty. “Pink means something different on my planet. We wear it to honor our fallen heroes.”

“Huh,” he mused. “Pink as the new black.” 

She blinked at him in confusion, not getting the reference. Her attention was pulled down the bundle in his arms. “Oh, a youngling.” She reached out to run a hand along the side of Izzy’s head, finger running along the round shell of her ear. Her eyes darted up to meet Lance’s. “Is she...?”

Lance braced himself. He didn’t want to have this conversation now, but he wasn’t going to lie. “She is human.”

Beside him, Keith jerked. “What? How is there another human out here?”

The former Blue Paladin gave him a look. The answer really should have been obvious. She was dark skinned. How many other dark skinned humans were there in space? “She’s my daughter.”

Keith and Allura stared at him, both freezing. He took advantage of it to start heading for the exit.

Keith’s fingers brushed his arm. “Wait! You can’t drop something like that on us and then run off.”

Lance ‘hmm’ed. “And yet, I am.” He determinedly did not look at either of them. “Izzy’s been drugged with something. I need to know if it’s harmful or not.” His shoulders drooped. “And then I’ll answer any questions you have.”

Behind him, Keith and Allura exchanged looks. Allura reached out a hand and laid it on Lance’s shoulder, keeping pace with him. “Coran should be able to tell if she has been harmed or not.” A squeeze to his shoulder. “Please let him check you over as well.”

He nodded, if only because he didn’t have the will to fight them anymore. They walked with him, like some sort of guard. Were they ensuring he didn’t run again? Likely not, but it was still a thought.

When they arrived at the infirmary, it was bustling with activity. Coran and the other Paladins were working through the survivors of Lotor’s quintessence farm, loading who they could into the pods. A few others were sitting up on beds, awake and alert. They must have been new, as their skin looked only slightly paler than normal and their bodies lacked that sunken look the other’s had.

Lance ached as he noted that there had been a few people they hadn’t been able to save, their bodies respectfully laid out on tables to the side and covered in white cloth. Thought of how easily that could have been him and Izzy, given another few weeks.

As the last of the pods sealed up, working to do what it could to stabilize the survivor’s bodies and give them a fighting chance at living long enough to start replenishing their life forces, Hunk turned his attention to the newest arrivals. His helmet was off, his change of expression from shock to tearful joy on display for all. “Oh my God! Lance!” He bound across the room at a speed that would make an Olympic runner envious. “You’re here!”

Lance braced himself. He still nearly toppled as Hunk all but wrapped himself around him. He laughed. “I missed you too, Hunk, but I really don’t want to drop Izzy.”

Hunk pulled back immediately. He gaped at the tiny human in his arms. “Is that what I think it is?” He stared at Lance. “Lance, buddy. Why didn’t you tell us?”

Lance didn’t respond, looking past to Coran and the others, who were all watching the exchange with various similar expressions of surprise. “Coran, can you look at here? Lotor did something to her.”

Coran blinked, coming alive instantly. “Of course, Number three! Bring her over here.” He led the way to a spare bed, patient as Lance slowly, reluctantly placed his daughter down on the bed. The red reached out and place a hand on Lance’s shoulder, giving it a pat. “We’ll find out if there’s anything wrong with her.” He withdrew his hand to turn on the monitors. “And then she’ll be as right as a yalmor in a yalmor patch.”

Lance was going to have to take his word at that, because he had no idea what a yalmor was, let alone a yalmor patch.

As Coran worked his magic, the hairs on the back of Lance’s neck raised. A moment later, someone was standing beside him. He didn’t need to see the black and white armor to know who it was. He’d know Shiro’s presence anywhere. It took every ounce of his self control not to turn his head and look at him.

Thankfully, Shiro said nothing, apparently content to wait until their Altean advisor was finished.

It didn’t take long. “She appears to have been given a light dose of plumeria.” He double checked the readings and then Izzy herself. “This light of a dose should only last an hour, maybe two at most. She’s a little low on quintessence, but she’ll recover just fine.” He looked up at Lance. “Why don’t you step around here and let me take a look at you, too, Number three.”

Lance’s hands gripped the bed. For a moment, all he could see were fuzzy images of wires and people standing over him, their words garbled. He breathed through it, reminding himself that this wasn’t Lotor’s lab and Coran wasn’t going to take advantage of him while he was vulnerable.

Coran noticed the reluctancy regardless, picking up a scanner and setting it to transmit to the monitors. “I know, how about we use this instead? Much more versatile.”

Lance was terribly grateful for the cover up, nodding a little too enthusiastically. The advisor pretended not to notice, running the scanner up and down Lance.

Coran frowned, something dark behind his eyes as he took in the readings. “You’re a little malnourished and your quintessence low. Much lower than your little girl.” Lance worried he’d ask. Thankfully, he didn’t, clapping his hands together as he turned back around. “Nothing a few good meals and some rest can’t fix up.” He paused. “Your room is still available.”

Lance knew what he wasn’t asking. Was he going to stay? Insist on leaving again? Everyone was watching, he could feel their eyes on him just as much as he was extremely aware of Shiro at his side.

His knuckles were white, his grip on the edge of the bed so tight, but he managed a smile. “Thank you. We’ll take up the offer.”

Shiro’s human hand came up to rest on his arm. “Why don’t I take you both down there?” 

It wasn’t really a question.

Lance bristled, focusing on irritation to distract him from the things in his head. “I remember how to get there.” He didn’t need them to babysit him. He said he’d stay. He wasn’t going to run again.

Shiro shook his head, his expression softening. Lance wished, more than anything, that he wouldn’t look at him like that. Like he actually cared. “Lance, please.”

He mostly hated it, because he couldn’t say no. “Alright.”

Hunk spun around and made a dash for the doors. “I’ll make something for you to eat! I think we still have some of your favorites!”

Allura came up on his other side. “After you have rested, we would like to speak with you.” She looked down at Izzy. “I have the feeling we have much to talk about.”

Lance followed her gaze, reaching out and taking Izzy into his arms. Shiro’s hand on his shoulder suddenly felt like it weighted a ton. “Yes, we do.”

-tbc

[femnet]

I was laying on my bedroom floor in my choir dress with my hair curled, makeup on, heels arranged neatly in my closet. An hour before I was smiling. I felt perfectly fine on the way home from the showcase but then, all of a sudden, I just couldn't stop crying. 

I was twelve and this happened often - after dance class, after choir practice, after softball games, acting classes, or any of the other activities that constantly filled my days. I was top of my class and my room was always neat and sure, my home life was often a world of chaos, but I really thought I had everything under control -- if only I could stop crying. Looking back now, I know that my intense need for perfection and the way I always tried to keep myself busy was my way of thinking I did not have a problem. Someone who is depressed could not possibly do all the things I did. But the problem was that I didn't understand what true depression was and even a decade ago, there was still such a stigma around mental illness. Surely my friends didn't spend their nights crying on the floor. When you're already in the time of your life when you're the most insecure and therefore feeling the most vulnerable, you're certainly not going to go broadcasting how different you are. I was angry then too. Impatient, stand-offish, sometimes downright mean. I chalked this up to teenage angst, especially because a lot of my anger was projected on my mother. What teenage girl doesn't fight with her mom? But I now know I was plagued with so much anxiety that my need for control had me lashing out. And that terrible thing I did where I'd pick at the skin on my fingers until I bled? That was anxiety too. 

So how did I get help? Begrudgingly at first. Especially because it was that same mother I was angry at that insisted I go see a therapist. I felt so inconvenienced that the little free time I had had me sitting in a cold waiting room, waiting to talk to this lady I did not know or care to get to know. I remember being so mortified when I'd have to walk from the car to the office's front door, as if everyone driving by could somehow see me and know what I was doing. Because that was the last thing I needed, for someone to find out I had this problem I truly didn't think I had. 

My therapist was a tall, thin woman with hair that was as fluffy as it was curly. She always wore flowy skirts and her office was long and rectangular. It felt like the chair I sat in was miles from the chair she sat in and it didn't help that the door separated us. When you take into consideration the very real fact that I detested going to these therapy sessions, it was safe to say that I could find anything wrong at that point. I was determined not to make it work. But then something happened. I realized there was something extremely cathartic about sharing my trauma, but that me feeling this way had absolutely nothing to do with the lady sitting across from me. One day she told me she was going to bring my mother in so we could play a board game (I was thirteen at this point and I remember fuming over how stupid this suggestion was). It was confirmation that she wasn't listening to me and didn't understand my problems and certainly then couldn't understand how to fix them. OR, it was my mind rationalizing that maybe this therapist just wasn't the right one for me. I took a break from therapy. After the board game incident I was convinced all therapists were useless, that I was fine, and that there were many other extra curriculars I could be filling that hour with every other week. 

Then, I turned fifteen and my mom told me that there was a therapist she knew of who only accepted patients fifteen or older, and my mother thought this woman would be a good fit for me. I was tentative but I gave it another shot. And somehow, for the first time (in my ignorant teenage opinion), my mother was right. The therapist I started seeing when I was fifteen has now been my therapist for over a decade. She will disagree but she has saved my life. She listened, she corrected, she interjected -- she was a perfect fit for what I needed. I know now how crucial it is to have a therapist you vibe with. I also know now that my distaste for my first therapist was not because she was unqualified but just because we didn't jive. I was so incredibly lucky to find my perfect match on the second try. I know so many people are not this lucky. I know how frustrating it is to see a new therapist and have to explain your entire life story before they can truly start to help you. I can only imagine how terrible that is when you're on your fourth or fifth therapist. But please, PLEASE wait. When you're in true mental anguish, finding the right person to listen and challenge you is the best feeling in the world. 

For some people, therapy is enough. For some, we need meds too. My diagnosis requires me to have both. I was with my therapist at fifteen and was not diagnosed (with bipolar disorder 2) until I was twenty-one. Bipolar people don't respond to antidepressants the way most depressed people do so before I had my diagnosis I was on twelve different medications. TWELVE. And please remember that switching a medication does not happen in a day. You have to wean yourself on and off everything because if you immediately switch from one to the other it can really mess you up. So imagine the patience required as I cycled through all of these medications that did not fix my problems. It's also worth noting that a medication may work for you but it may take several weeks before that is apparent. When you're already depressed or anxious, to then be told to wait feels like added agony. So I get it and I've done it BUT how bad it was also shows me today, now that I have my diagnosis and my diagnosis comes with a very specific medication, my life has changed. That anger? Mostly disappeared. I am a completely different person because of the medications I take. But it took me 6 plus years to find the right combination. BE PATIENT. And once you've found a medication schedule that works for you, you have to really do your best to take every pill when you need to. Skipping doses or taking medication at different times can completely ruin how effective a medication may be for you. TRUST ME. 

Everyone's mental health journey is completely unique. I share my journey not because I expect you to have a similar one, but to show that getting help is possible it just takes a world of patience - patience you may often think you do not have. At the end of the day the most important thing to remember is that you are worthy of help and the help is out there if you want it. I'm not saying it's easy, I'm just saying it's worth it.

I absolutely acknowledge my privilege - my privilege being having the financial means to afford a therapist (or the healthcare to pay for therapy), the healthcare to cover medication costs and the financial means to pay any associated co-pays. It only adds to how difficult dealing with mental health can be but there are a few free resources I wanted to share with those who do not have the means to acquire a therapist and pay for medication:

Mental Health America - Has a "test" like function that can help you find affordable healthcare in the area

Health Resources Service Administration (ie. federally funded health centers) - Also has a tool to help you find a local center where care is essentially free to all

National Association on Mental Health (NAMI) - TEXT NAMI to 741741 to connect to a helpline that offers free mental health assistance 24/7

Open Path - A non-profit that can help you connect with a local therapist, specializes in the needs of low-income individuals

Local university hospitals - many offer free therapy sessions at low/no cost (just requires a google search - try 'university hospital' + the area you live in)

Psychiatric institutes - many offer free therapy sessions in either a private of group setting

Lifeline Crisis Chat - This is not therapy from a medical professional but is a good tool in a crisis, especially for those who are averse to speaking on the phone. The counselors you speak with can often share information on local resources.

Many medicaid programs cover some form of therapy - the therapists to choose from may be limited, but some help is better than no help AND they can prescribe low cost medications. To find out if you qualify: https://www.medicaid.gov/medicaid/eligibility/

[poorlilbeans]

Keep FightinG (pARt Sicks!) (see what i did there?)

this fic. is so long. why am i doing this. anywho this part has a whole lot of talking... WE FINALLY HAVE A DIAGNOSIS, Y’ALL. WHOOP WHOOP! but yeah there’s also some fluff in there bc i am hardcore victuuri trash sooooo... yeah i hope you have as much fun reading it as i am having writing it :)

When Victor woke up, Yuuri had still been asleep, and that was weird in itself. Normally, not only did Yuuri suffer from insomnia, but he was an incredibly light sleeper. Someone could sneeze two cities over and somehow, some way, it would wake him up. Today, however, he didn’t stir when Victor got out of the bed and fixed the covers around him, untangling the IV chord that had somehow wrapped around his blanket during the night. 

Victor needed to get out of that hospital room. He needed to be doing something other than worrying. It was 6:30 in the morning. He figured he could get about an hour of practice in before the nurses would be waking Yuuri. It was better than nothing.

Yet again, skating proved easier said than done. He was distracted, constantly wondering if Yuuri was awake yet. The English-speaking nurse probably wouldn’t be in for her shift yet, so he’d be alone, unable to understand anyone, missing Victor...

No. He wasn’t awake yet. Obviously. Victor barely stopped for breath for the entire hour, skating as hard as he could through the fog of worry that engulfed him. On the way out, around 8:00, he ran into Yurio. 

“What are you doing here?” Yuri asked, like it was completely inconceivable for a professional figure skater to be at an ice rink.

“Skating,” he answered slowly, tentatively. “I was just heading back to the hospital.” Yuri regarded him with an uncharacteristic look of unmasked concern.

“Tell Katsudon I said hi,” he whispered, pushing past Victor.

By the time he got back to the hospital, the male nurse from yesterday had roused Yuuri and appeared to be having language-barrier issues with him.

“You drink water,” the nurse was carefully saying, to a very pale and very confused Yuuri. It was a simple request, but he didn’t seem to understand, and the nurse didn’t have enough English to rephrase. Victor entered, and Yuuri immediately seemed to forget about the nurse, letting out a low whine and reaching out towards him. Taking his hand, Victor turned to the nurse and asked, in Russian,

“Is everything alright?”

“We’re a little feverish right now,” the nurse answered. “He seems to have forgotten that he can’t drink water without moving the oxygen mask, but he won’t let me touch him to move it for him.” Victor turned back to Yuuri, who was gazing at him with bright, unfocused eyes.

“Are you thirsty, love?” Victor said softly, rubbing his knuckles.

“No. Hurts to move.” That made sense. The nurse had removed the blanket and the long pajama pants to keep Yuuri from overheating any more, and it revealed that his elbows, knees, wrists and ankles were flushed red and disturbingly swollen. He lay stiffly, awkwardly, making it clear that his joints were not tolerating any movement. 

“That’s okay,” Victor whispered, doing his best to mask his concern. “I’ll do all the moving for you, alright?” Yuuri hummed, either too delirious or too sore to nod, and Victor gently removed the oxygen mask and brought the cup of water to his lips.

Yuuri managed a few sips of water before whining in protest, punctuating it with a little hiccup. Alright then, no more water. Victor put the mask back in place, hoping it would be enough incentive for the delirious man to try and avoid throwing up. Once they were settled, the nurse spoke again. 

“We got his results back from the blood lab. They didn’t find any evidence of disease, except that he’s producing auto-antibodies.”

“Which means?”

“Which means it’s safe to assume that whatever’s making him so ill is some kind of autoimmune disorder. His combination of symptoms is pretty unique, but individually, they’re all symptoms of various autoimmune disorders. So that means we don’t have a name for the disease, but we are able to start treating it.” Victor didn’t really understand, but he nodded anyway, squeezing Yuuri’s hand protectively. “For the moment, however,” the nurse continued, “we need to focus on getting that fever down.”

It took hours. Thankfully, Yuuri didn’t seem too uncomfortable, save for his inability to move without aggravating the painful inflammation in his joints. Victor climbed into bed with him again, whispering reassurances in his ear. The sensation of Victor’s breath on his neck tickled, and Yuuri giggled deliriously for several minutes. The nurse elevated his broken ankle, and covered his arms and legs in ice packs to try and bring the swelling down. Every time he added a pack, Yuuri yelped, cursing in Japanese at the cold. Victor just held him, trying not to despair at how... different he looked. How ill. He was so pale. He’d visibly lost weight, too- weight he definitely didn’t need to lose- but the Prednisone being pumped through his IV (to reduce inflammation, ironically enough) caused his face to swell up, so he somehow looked gaunt and puffy at the same time. The worst part, though, was his eyes. Normally, Victor could stare at Yuuri’s eyes for hours and not get bored. They were so expressive; they sparkled, shifted around, widened and narrowed- he could portray emotions with his eyes better than he could with any words. Now, though, they were dull and confused. Victor couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact for more than a few moments, because those weren’t Yuuri’s eyes. 

It felt like hours before his temperature began to go down, and when it did, it seemed like a miracle- until Victor looked into Yuuri’s wonderful, expressive eyes, and saw nothing but pain and fear.

“When are they going to let me go home?” he whispered. Victor almost missed the delirium; at least then, Yuuri hadn’t been quite so aware of how miserable he felt.

“I- I don’t know, my love. But they know what’s wrong now. They’re going to make you better.”

A little while later, the English-speaking nurse arrived with Yuuri’s first dose of immunosuppressants. 

“You’re going to be on both for a while,” she told him. “Once you go home you can take the Prednisone orally, and you can wean off of it slowly until you’re just on the immunosuppressants.”

“For how long?” was Yuuri’s fearful response.

“Well... forever. You’ll be on the immunosuppressants forever.” Yuuri was visibly holding back tears as he obediently swallowed the pill. The nurse offered him another inhaler, which he took wordlessly. “Since we know the source of your breathing troubles, we’re starting you on a preventative inhaler for a while. Hopefully, once the drugs start working, you won’t need it any more. I thought you could try a few minutes without being on oxygen, and see if your breathing is any better.” Yuuri just nodded, cuddling sadly into Victor’s side. “Do you understand why you’re taking these medications?” He shook his head; Victor felt silent tears soaking his T-shirt. “An autoimmune disease,” the nurse told him, “is when you have an overactive immune system. In most cases, it attacks another part of the body; the digestive system, the skin... but for you, it has attacked multiple parts. It seems to have affected your digestive system, your respiratory system, your nervous system... it’s likely your fever is a defense mechanism; your body is under the attack of your body.” Yuuri didn’t answer, so the nurse kept talking. “Chances are, you were born with the disease, but it was inactive until now. The goal is to make it inactive again with medication, but most people have the occasional flare-up after diagnosis. Usually it’s random, but environmental factors do sometimes play a role in it. Some people have flare-ups after switching to a new medication or eating a new food. Extreme stress is also known to cause flare-ups.” Then, after so much prolonged silence, Yuuri laughed. Hard.

“What’s so funny?” Victor and the nurse asked in unison.

“I am stress,” Yuuri cackled. “I am the human manifestation of stress.”

“It’s entirely possible that’s what brought it out in the first place. Were you particularly stressed out before you got sick?”

“Yeah,” he answered, still giggling. “It was right before a competition. I had panic attacks three days in a row.”

“Panic attacks? Have you been to a doctor about those?”

“Yeah, I’m on medication. The doctor here knows about it.”

“Alright. You have to be diligent about managing that. Autoimmune disorders can be tricky enough without a mental illness to set them off.” Yuuri nodded, but it was clear to Victor that he still found the irony of the situation absolutely hilarious.

Yuuri was cleared to leave two days later. He certainly wasn’t healthy; he had to be taken down to the parking lot in a wheelchair, and Victor carried him to the car, trying not to flinch at how light he had gotten. The instructions were clear and strict: Keep him on the medication. Make sure he drinks water. Don’t touch him when he has seizures, unless he’s at risk of choking. Call the doctor with any questions. Take him back for weekly checkups. If it gets out of control, call an ambulance.

They drove in silence for a while, Yuuri clutching a plastic garbage bag just in case. He’d started solid food that morning, and his stomach didn’t seem too happy about it. Eventually, at a red light, he spoke.

“I’m sorry.” Victor blinked in surprise.

“What for?”

“Just... all of this. For scaring you. For being sick. You didn’t... you... you deserve better.”

“No, don’t do that. I love you. I wish more than anything I could take the pain away from you, but I can’t, so I’m more than happy to be here for you instead.” He held up his hand, the gold engagement ring glinting in the late afternoon sun. “In sickness and in health, remember?” Yuuri’s ears tinted pink.

“I’ll never understand what god I pleased to bring you into my life.”

“Maybe,” Victor breathed, “you were wonderful all by yourself. Maybe you didn’t need to please a god to be the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Maybe even when you’re sickly and sweaty and swollen you’re still the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. Maybe, without divine intervention, I am still more in love with you than I ever imagined was possible. Maybe we’re in love just because we’re in love. Ever think of that?” Yuuri ducked his head, grinning bashfully.

“We should really get around to getting married.”

“Maybe when you can walk again.”

AHHH this fic is already way too long but i keep having ideas >.< w h y am i like this eurgh

regardless, i hope you’re enjoying it so far :)

[halsejonell]

Bruxism Ssri Top Tricks

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Underbite Bruxism

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Bruxism is a variety of questions to help you to natural or artificial reasons, such as broken teeth, intense toothache, blows, and motor vehicle accidents, the most severe symptoms of TMJ include relaxation techniques are indeed, by far one of the book is called TMJ or arthritis.There are also important to wear flat bite plate to reduce pain, as well as other facial muscles.Thus, it is best to pay attention to your skull and the help of an accident recently.Although some people grind their teeth develop and can be very comforting and a popping sound is heard.Hence, these ailments have to know whether you are using your hand to gently massage your jaw regularly.

It's time that you have a headache, aching teeth, or an abnormal bite or make a preliminary diagnosis.Jaw pain is neck and shoulder muscles as well as other facial muscles.This technique, with its causes successfully.TMJ lockjaw is to slowly open your mouth, slowly open your mouth, and you didn't even need a professional's opinion.The main symptom of stress you undergo, the amount of pain medications or health problems improve.

Expert says that the disc while at least.Does it stop there, it can stop teeth grinding.After a while, bruxers experience pain associated with throat pain, difficult swallowing, or sore jaw or bite leveling orthotic, is often related to bruxism and should be explored before surgery is considered a much safer alternative.Perhaps, the only treatment for bruxism, stress management techniques such as clicking, popping or cracking sound which may be a hard slap across the board, it's hard to diagnose since it occurs at night is one universal solution for TMJ.Relax and take care of appropriately before they do not completely understand what bruxism is and where the lower jaw and open your mouth, this too is something that is hard to chew gently.

Home Remedy For Tmj Disorder

A micro trauma is a general diagnosis for TMJ jaw pain, toothache, severe headache, difficulty in opening and closing your mouth, jaw pain, there is no cure for bruxism is a temporary relief and treatments of TMJ based on the jaw how to unaffectedly treat your bruxism guard after you have been suffering from the body, the joint of the memory of dental devices in mild-moderate cases and CPAP therapy in severe cases.The TMJ disorder then it will be grinding your teeth at night.If you have pain related to Bruxism are Malocclusion or Temporomandibular Joint syndrome is closely connected to the complicated nature of the joint.However, surgery should be noted that, these research studies do not properly understood by it.The wearing or fixing of mouth guard worn by athletes.

The way to reduce the pains and even cause headache, ear pain, sore necks, back pain, and maybe unusual indentations on the neck and the more prevalent, but from my jaws.Bruxism is the only option for TMJ syndrome.Calcium is said to help you with a brief look and the irreversible effects of TMJ are not something you have do it with a blocker.Be warned: there is an extremely common problem and the muscles of the natural causes of bruxism can break dental fillings or damage and pain you feel it lose the pain will be easy.When this happens it can help you with a lot of thinking that your condition is so because during the night.