A solitary figure <br />stealthily scales the creaky steps <br />on a frigid moonlit night - <br />dogs whining in unison <br />with the gusty whistling winds. <br /> <br />The man in a mask approaches the bed <br />with measured pace and <br />remorselessly steals between the sheets <br />coarsely snapping the switch. <br /> <br />Don't be alarmed dear reader, relax <br />it’s just me and my trusty new CPAP <br />puffing air through my faulty tubes. <br /> <br />I speak to you fresh <br />from my recent excursion <br />to the world of the 'Medico Borgs' - <br />wires sprouting wildly out of my head <br />like a fibre lamp missing its colors. <br /> <br />Kristy held court at mission control <br />scanning the screens and graphs <br />like a savvy hawk peering over a field <br />assessing the speed of a squirrel. <br />But Kristy wasn’t looking for supper <br />just to answer the question <I>du jour</I>, <br />“Does he or doesn’t he? ” <br /> <br />Does he or doesn’t he what? you ask <br />Have Obstructive Sleep Apnea, that's what. <br />Kristy studied the charts and declared, <br />'Yes he certainly does! ' <br /> <br />I’d had a scare or two in my time - <br />dozing to the shoulder in my ivory Dodge <br />and I remember Brenda all too well <br />who was shocked awake in her car one night <br />by an unforgiving tree. <br />She bravely fought for over a year. <br />I sang in the choir at her funeral.
