Eliminator Pro 2.0 - Adjustable Mouthpiece - Night Time Teeth Mouthguard & Sleeping Bite Guard with Custom Molding & Adjustability

About 5 years ago, I went to a sleep doctor and had my sleep monitored. I went to the doctor because my wife read something about sleep apnea and realized that many descriptions matched with what she observed in my sleep (including snoring). After an in-hospital sleep study the doctor showed me a graph of my oxygen levels and breathing. He showed me a part where my oxygen level went down to 70%. It was confirmed that I had mild to moderate sleep apnea.Then came the CPAP, which 1. didn't seem to help me much, and 2. made machine noise that was disturbing my sleep. I tried for two months and that was it. I returned the CPAP machine and I never saw the sleep doctor again.Fast forward last year, I had some episodes complex migrains and my neurologist mentioned sleep apnea (along with other things like blood pressure, food and light...) as one of the triggers. He told me to see the sleep doctor again. I dreaded it because I did not want to be on CPAP again.When I met the sleep doctor, I pleaded her not to put me on the CPAP, and she told me that one of her patients used Eliminator Pro 2 with good results. She was surprised because she actually had done a sleep study with the patient with the eliminator pro on, and it really did work for him. The patient also could not bear CPAP. He also tried many dental devices, but because he grinds his teeth, he quickly destroyed those devices that cost many thousand dollars.I ordered Eliminator pro 2 right away upon hearing this. I watched the video on their website and followed the instructions. One thing that wasn't clear to me was the adjustment of the lower jaw. The upper and lower part of Eliminator pro 2 can be split and put together again in a way to make the lower jaw go forward a bit. On the first day I made the setting to be 2.5 mm (or is it 3mm? I couldn't tell). I woke up feeling much better - no tiredness or headache that I would sometimes feel and much energized. But my jaws hurt.The next day I set it to 1mm and didn't have as good feeling as before. It still helped a bit. My jaws didn't hurt though. Third day I had the same setting but my upper teeth disengaged the device during sleep and it didn't do much. I figured that slightly protruding the lower jaw not only helps the sleep apnea but also makes the device stay tight.So on the fourth day I put the lower jaw position back to 2.5 mm and I intentionally pushed my lower jaw forward as I slept. It seemed like I was able to do it while I am sleeping and I awoke with much less discomfort than the first day. My apnea was gone. No snoring. I also regularly check my blood pressure for because I am on hypertension medication. I see a 10mmHG drop in both my systolic and diastolic blood pressure.This is amazing! I didn't know sleep apnea was such a big problem until I got to fix it.

Excellent product! Didn’t eliminate my snoring completely but definitely much much quieter and I haven’t had any issues the sleep paralysis demon since using the Snore Eliminator Pro. To understand just how bad my snoring was before using this product, I'll tell you what happened.I was well aware that my snoring was bad, so bad in fact that my two friends with whom I had been rooming at a hotel a few months back had to wake me up because they thought that I was dying. I decided then that maybe if I set up a camera and tried recording the sound of my own snoring, the shock of hearing said sound might be enough to make me want to see a doctor. Little did I know just what a shock awaited me.After the first night of recording, I woke up bleary-eyed as usual, stumbled over to the camera and ejected the tape. I went about my usual morning routine of spreading butter over my soon-to-be-microwaved frozen pancakes. The tape finished rewinding a bit sooner than I had expected, so over the microwave buzzing, I proceeded to press the play button.It was going to take some time to get to the point on the tape where I fell asleep after consciously pressing Record on the camera the night before, so I punched the fast-forward button. There was no need to watch the TV, as there would be nothing worth seeing. It was more the sound I was concerned about than anything.The usual bars of distorted static danced across the screen in such a way that would soon be unrecognizable to a generation growing up in an age where VCR’s were all but extinct. In between the distorted bars, though, I could still make out the black silhouette of my body lying in the bed against the dark orange backdrop of the wall, which was slightly illuminated by a streetlamp outside. I went about pulling the pancakes out of the microwave. That’s when it caught my eye.On the television, my silhouette was sitting up in the bed.My plate of pancakes crashed to the floor. I hurriedly rushed to clean up the mess and get to the remote as quickly as I could. I punched the Rewind button, back to about a minute before the point at which my silhouette sat up in the bed. I shuddered at the thought of what I was about to hear.I turned the volume up on my television and listened closely, having completely forgotten about my breakfast already. There was the usual “sawing of logs”, as my mother used to call it, accompanied by a few nasal snorts and what almost sounded like belching. In actuality, the sound was my swollen uvula resisting as I gasped for air. It was definitely worse than I had realized, but I was still waiting for that moment.I’m not sure why I flinched when it happened. I knew it was coming. Yet still, I had no memory of having done it. I told myself, you don’t always remember what you do in your sleep. You are hardly even aware of it. The snoring subsided a little bit, no doubt because I had to have been regaining some slight consciousness. But the true shock had yet to come. The silhouette spoke.“Can you hear me?”The voice was unrecognizable to me. It was a low, gravelly voice that told a tale of cigarettes by the thousands. I haven’t smoked for five years. I could only imagine how bad things would have gotten if I had kept on. The silhouette spoke again, with more urgency.“Can you hear me?”Was I dreaming? To whom was I speaking? My ability to recollect the events of dreams had fallen by the wayside in recent years. There was little reason to believe this was going to make any sense.“I see you listening. Answer me!”I know it doesn’t make any sense whatsoever. Surely he wasn’t speaking to me, his future self. I had to have been having some kind of delusions in my sleep. That had to be it. There was no other explanation, I thought to myself.“Oh there’s an explanation allright,” he responded. With that, the sound of the mattress shifting could be heard. He was turning to get out of the bed.I stopped the tape.I didn’t record anything for the next two weeks, nor did I manage to make time for the doctor. I threw myself into work. I stayed busy. I even managed to make it out to the gym a few times. I watched my eating more closely. I erased the tape. By the tenth or eleventh day, I had almost gotten to the point I was making it through an entire day without even so much as thinking about it. By the time two weeks had passed, life was pretty much right back to normal.Unfortunately, as memories tend to pass, so do the emotions associated with them, and as my fear slowly dissipated, curiosity crept its way back in. I thought maybe the one night had just been an anomaly. Maybe I had just gotten up to go to the bathroom. That’s probably what woke me up to begin with. I had concocted all sorts of excuses and theories as to what might have really happened that night.So for the second time, I set up the camera, pressed Record, and with surprisingly little trouble, fell into another wondrous sleep.I arose the next morning and was quickly spurred to action, but not by invigoration. It was moreso the sight of my camera, which was lying on its side on the floor. The entire tripod was tipped over. Another overnight bathroom break perhaps? Whatever it was, I was anxious to find out.With pancakes in tow I sat down, a little apprehensive, but content that I had reasonably figured out what had happened last time. I reached the beginning of the tape, and started to fast forward through the first few minutes of me actually getting to sleep. The familiar dancing static bars, and my silhouette against the dark orange wall scrolled in vertical vertigo like stacked symbols on a slot machine. Just as I was putting that first piece of pancake into my mouth, I glanced over at the television.My face was covering the entire screen, half obscured by the darkness. My eyes were wide open, teeth bared, a look of pure inhumane terror. My hands fidgeted at a hundred miles an hour as I struggled to press the “Play” button on the remote. The sound was almost as inhuman as the look on my face. I couldn’t tell whether I was laughing or in excruciating pain. The sound was much like that often heard by zombies in video games or on certain more popular television shows. I could hear every flap of the uvula as my other self growled at the camera. The growls slowly started to turn into words. At first it sounded like “Help me,” and then it changed to “I’m coming for you. I’m coming.” I was frozen in my seat. I couldn’t move. I was petrified. Just then, I heard a loud clunking from the bedroom behind me.At this point, I sprung into action, but I couldn’t even tell you now that it was I who was doing what I was doing. I wasn’t acting on any logical sense of any kind, it was pure gut instinct. I opened the door to my bedroom just in time to see a completely covered lump in my mattress, about the same size as me. Suddenly, the covers flung wide open, but I could only just barely see it happen as I shut the door and ran past my still growling face on the TV screen, bare feet and all, straight out to my car.