Kicked out of the bedroom by his wife due to his snoring and gasping for air, a writer for Gizmodo Australia shares the story of his sleep apnea diagnosis.
“So, what did I get?” I asked the doctor. I think I was grinning like an idiot. Like this was some sort of game. He took a pause.
114. I stopped breathing 114 times every hour. That’s nearly twice a minute.
He showed me the chart. Not only did I not even dip into REM sleep, I wasn’t even reaching stage four. My body was not regenerating as it should have been. I could tell in his eyes – still and narrowed – that he had no time for hyperbole. “I legitimately do not know how you are awake right now.”