Respect ✊

I’m just having my coffee and doing my light therapy now. I kept having unpleasant dreams on the couch. I may still go back to sleep for a couple of hours, though, if the mood strikes.

Even just the coffee is making me hot. It’s ridiculous.

I still have the living room to do, Aislyn’s room. Dining room.

It’s not that I didn’t do anything yesterday, I did. I did laundry, cleaned the kitchen, organized the plastics. I just didn’t get done as much as I wanted.

The hallway needs sweeping, but I still need to modify the broom. It really helps at work.

All you do is, you get foam pipe insulation at Home Depot for, like, not even $5. Then you take a piece of the insulation and wrap it around the broom handle, and you grip the foam while sweeping. It makes a huge difference.

I adjusted my steering wheel, too. Down and toward me. It heats, so that also helps.

I have OT Monday at 2:15, meaning I have to leave work slightly early. At some point soon, I have to go into HR, get my points cleaned up and get the rest of my prescription in the eyelation system.

Pretty soon in the WH, I will be partnered with a new person. They needed someone else because they don’t know when or if I’ll be out for surgery.

I’m hoping, if I do have to have surgery, that it happens this year. But we’re really getting down to the wire, aren’t we. The weather is still like summer, making it easy to forget that, in fact, it is November.

Even with the tendinitis, it should only take about two weeks to recover, which…thank God for that. On account of I can’t afford to be out, even for the two weeks, and I’d probably get very bored, being home any longer than that.

I’m hoping I can schedule my surgery, if I need it, just prior to the holiday shutdown. That way, I don’t even really have to be out at all. But, like I said, the year’s end is fast approaching.

At least I know that nothing will probably be drastically different by the time I get back. I was worried about that before, but I’ve already been through one big change, and the next is only days away.

I should do something. It doesn’t have to be a big deal. A surprise iced coffee, maybe? Most people take cream and sugar, right?

Sometimes a little gesture goes a long way. And, okay, I don’t care if this is too identifying or whatever: he’s been very kind to me.

Veteran’s Day is Friday, too. I’m terrible about thanking vets. The worst. Derek thanks them all the time, people he doesn’t even know, who happen to be in uniform. Me? Forget it. What is wrong with me?!

It’s not because I’m ungrateful; far from it. I don’t know what it is. All I can think is I’m socially awkward? What a lame excuse. Get over it, Leah.

Or, maybe I just suck. One or the other of those, I guess. Don’t worry, I’m just kidding…kind of.

The truth is, in a million years, I could not imagine being that selfless or that brave. It is, in my mind, the ultimate sacrifice. I could not do it.

And, while I don’t think you should necessarily wait until Veterans Day to say thank you, it’s probably still a good day to say it.

So I’m going to.