A Chestnut Hill Local writer explains how his wife convinced him to get a sleep study.

At first it was, “Could you turn over, you’re snoring,” said nicely.

“Sure,” I said, “but how could I be snoring? I wasn’t even asleep.” I turned over anyway.

Maybe over a year’s worth of months, I’d awaken at night and notice my wife, Janet, was not there beside me. I’d get up to make sure she was OK, and find her sleeping peacefully on the sofa, or downstairs in her office, on the inflatable mattress.

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