Cockatoos, ring necks and macaws, OH MY!

It was a quiet Monday; I did get a call from Ironwood Cancer and Research Center, but it was to tell me that my treatments have been approved by my insurance.  I said that was great, and .. um,... when do they START?

The kind woman looked in the schedule, but didn't see anything, "But I'm in the administration section, so I really can't help you, sorry."  Hey, not to worry, at least the insurance has me covered.

It's getting harder and harder to eat, but the RO wants me to keep my weight where it is.  So, I'm thinking we'll go get some Ensure by the case, or something.  I tried some Italian Wedding soup for dinner, but it was a tad uncomfortable.

The weekend was mostly uneventful.  My niece, Cee, was here on Sunday, and I confess that I started to get a little anxious when I got out the evil tumor pictures for her to see.  I mean really, those photos truly do make me crazy, so I put them away, and I hope nobody else ever wants to see them, because I don't want to see them ever again.

So, I dragged poor Cee over to my computer, where we got onto YouTube and proceeded to watch TONS of videos of parrots; macaws in the shower, a ring neck flirting with a cockatiel...  Until we got to Snowball(tm) the cockatoo, and we could not drag ourselves away.  Ok, perhaps to be specific it was ME that couldn't drag herself away... I'm guessing Cee could have given it a pass. :)

I did get all my beneficiary information updated on my life insurance and my Retirement Savings.  Best to plan for the worst and expect the best... or something.  Anyway, it's all done and really, that's such a huge consideration.  I would not want to worry about my family coping after I am gone.  Now, I don't have to.

Looking forward to getting my hair cut tomorrow; it's my attempt to forestal great clumps of thick, curly hair from appearing on my pillow one morning, and thinking I woke to a dead chihuahua or something.  Just kidding, as, of course, none of my chihuahuas have salt and pepper hair.  Or curls, for that matter. 

Well, I'm tired and it's not even five PM, but I've coughed a lot today, ... it's exercise... HAH, but, I'm really thinking it's a change in the weather.  Oh please.  I want a cold, cuddle-up-in-the-down-blanket type of night... and SOOOOON!  However, knowing me, I will enjoy the cold for a week, and then start complaining.  I'm such a baby about being cold.