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Okay, maybe I'm a bit more fannish than most, and maybe most people see ENT and think otolarygnologist, or at least "ear, nose and throat doc".

But this week, that's what ENT means to me. I went to a local ENT to see if they could do something about my snoring.

I wasn't happy that I was in a waiting room for almost an hour, and I was downright pissed off that the television was tuned (with a note admonishing patients not to change the channel or volume) to a Christian cable station that was gushing about the miracle of personal purity, featuring some crazy dude who decided as a teenager to promise God that he wouldn't even kiss anyone until he kissed his bride. Fortunately, he found a woman who valued sexual ignorance as highly as he did before their respective gonads exploded. But I'm still disturbed that a medical specialty office would insist on broadcasting a bunch of anti-knowledge, anti-science crap to their captive patients.

Fortunately, the doctor did not advise me to pray. He gave me a prescription for, and a sample of, fluticasone. I'm to squirt it up my nose nightly, and they're also forwarding my contact information to a sleep lab so that I can get checked out for sleep apnea. In a few days, the sleep lab should call me to set up an appointment (possibly two appointments, depending on how the insurance company prefers to proceed) for an overnight study.

Since my snoring wakes Jodi, who then wakes me, I'm in favor of pretty much anything that works. I'm hoping I can finally sleep as well as I do when one of us is out of town.