Glutton for Punishment

This morning, I woke up at 7 am, studied for an hour, took a run, then delivered myself to the dentist's to drool and wince. Fortunately, no cavities. Unfortunately, law school seems to have pushed my already-poorly-aligned mouth over the brink and into the uncomfortable state of TMJ. I have a sweet mouthguard that protects my teeth from cracking under the pressure I'm apparently exerting on them at night through clenching and grinding. But the guard doesn't protect my teeth from getting rocked ever so slightly back and forth as my jaw locks down on them for all its worth. This leaves little areas of nerve exposed. As if my nerves aren't getting enough exposure just sitting in the library obsessing over how I'm possible going to get a handle on all of this material before my first exam. Zing!