About six years ago, Dad and I went on a trip to visit relatives. In order to save money, we decided to stay at a hotel that offered suites so we wouldn’t need two separate rooms. That night, I ended up on the couch while Dad claimed the bed. It wasn’t a very restful night for me. I don’t know which was worse — the hide-a-bed’s really bad springs or my 80-year-old father’s loud snoring. When we returned home, I pleaded with Dad to see a sleep doctor, who diagnosed obstructive sleep apnea.
April 17th, 2012 at 1:51 pm