It took cyanide laced cakes and 3 glasses of Madeira wine, 3 gun shots(1 at point blank range to his forehead), hyperthermia from laying in a snowbank and dumping him in the Malaya Nevka River in late December near St. Petersburg, Russia to off Rasputin.
Despite their efforts, doctors can only seem to relieve me of one body part at a time and I'm still here(more or less of me)!
Last week was truly Craptastic(being capped off with emergency surgery)and this week is starting out as another crap filled(literally)stretch of days.
I vacillate between laughing and crying over my woes.
Not up to blogging right now.
This song says it best about where I am right now......
And I am finding comfort in this tune.....
Stay well and take care of yourselves until I can be back and recount my saga.
Sluggy
