Severe Knee Injury Suspends Dispatches Indefinitely

Because I'm a  dyslexic -- severe dyslexia at that --  I have always had problems with balancing. 

I could not walk until I was nearly two, and even then, walking was invariably accompanied by a terrible fear of losing my balance, falling on my face and and thereby maximizing my unattractiveness, from mildly ugly  to genuinely grotesque. 

Of course  that fear went away -- the more I walked, the less  I felt it -- and  I was free of it well before my fifth year. 

But now in old age it has risen to terrify me again. I'm 78; I've had two severely injurious falls in the last six months, none in the prior decades.

The first fall, on 7 January, left me bedridden nearly three months due to a severely wrenched left hip. The more recent fall, on 20 June, has left me bedridden and in such intense right-knee pain I cannot continue Outside Agitator's Notebook or any other serious writing.

Hence let us join hands and sing the one all-truth version of the Christian Doxology:  

Curse God from whom all misery flows
Curse him ye victims here below
Curse him aloud ye suffering host
Curse Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

I will of course resume as soon as I am able. Meanwhile my apology to all; I am truly sorry for any inconvenience this may impose.

LB/24 June 2018

(I thought I posted this here on its given date -- 24 June -- but maybe I was in such pain I didn't. Or couldn't. Or maybe the infamous censors have finally got me zeroed in. In any case the original is here.)