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 Idu jourI, 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.