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I guess I have to go to the doctors! My wife has finally booted me from the bedroom after years of threatening to do so. Apparently I snore like a truck driver. Maybe even like the truck itself. I didn’t believe her for a really long time; who actually thinks they snore? But she taped me last night, and the whole thing was almost comical. And, frustrated and tired (apparently), she told me this morning that I wasn’t coming back into her bedroom until I went and saw a doctor. I looked up snoring on the internet, and there’s a good chance, considering my weight, that this has to do with sleep apnea. Which, if that’s true, I’ll probably have to be hooked up to one of those CPAP machines with that crazy looking sleep apnea mask. Either way I have to go in for a sleep test, which sounds like the least intimidating way to visit a hospital EVER. You get to check in, answer some questions, and pop down for a nap. So, all in all, is actually kind of funny: little does my wife know that sleeping with all this CPAP equipment is going to probably be more annoying than my snoring. Well….probably, anyway.