My family doctor once ask me if I snored. I answered “My wife says I do”. The result was a diagnosis of sleep apnea, and a never-ending journey through a quagmire of FAA regulations and sleep studies. It resulted in the denial of my medical certification, which permanently short-circuited my flying. It turns out that my doctor had recently made a substantial investment in a sleep disorders clinical practice, and I had unwittingly stumbled into his web. I found out later that he did FAA medical exams, so this aspect of my medical history made its way onto my exam questionnaire, and never left. For the record, I have never once fallen asleep in an inappropriate place. If I had it to do over, I would have protected my private medical history MUCH more zealously.