Sleep Apnea Kills Dreams
“My best friend since we were teenagers—who I hadn't seen in years—came to visit a couple weeks ago. I had a week of activities planned: hiking, bike riding, and lots of hanging out. I knew he'd been drinking excessively and heard that he'd put on a few pounds. I almost didn't recognize him outside baggage claim. He had doubled in size. It was like a BOGO version of himself. His labored breathing from the walk through the terminal blocked out the songs I had queued up from our old band. 30 minutes later, we made it to the house, &…