Next month, through the big medical/hospital complex up the road
(with the clinic's medical office coordinating in between),
I'm scheduled to take a sleep study kit home
from the sleep disorders center,
and to use it that night in my bedroom at the clinic.
Bring it back to the medical center up the road, next morning.
Then a phone consult is scheduled with a nurse-practitioner
to go over any prospective diagnosis from the sleep study,
and the next step to be taken.

If there is no diagnosis of sleep apnea, I will be really surprised,
as the symptoms I do have are pretty bad at this point.

It means I am deeply fatigued.
I have all that I can do not to walk without staggering.
And my emotion/psyche level is really low down.

The support system in the treatment program at the clinic, however,
is doing its part.
In the last several days, my clinical 'team' has gathered around me
in order to nudge me into starting the paperwork to move out of the main residence,
and to transition to another level of treatment.
Still on campus, in a different residence,
where the patients/residents form a small household.
They still come to the big residence to eat in the dining room and so on,
but they have more privacy than one has in the main residence,
and there are little self-reliance goals they work at in order to
prepare for transitioning outside.

I have now been in the main residence for two years, and
the staff / team are literally saying to me, "It's time."
So I've gotten the paperwork started,
which needs a whole sequence of different approvals;
it will take time.
I have to trust that the staff knows better than I what I need at this point.
I just know I need to get some sleep.