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I have been temporarily absent from Postpoems due to being hospitalized.  I caught what, before Covid, would have been a :bad cold."  I developed a particularly violent cough, and I am, by nature since the age of five, a biolent cougher.  During the several days of this violent cough, I tore a muscle on my left flank which, unknown to me, began to bleed (I did not know muscles could bleed; the things one learns! amd the way one learns them!).  I begged to be taken to the ER due to the pain, and, fairly rapidly after my arrival, I was given three units of blood, to replace what had bled into my left flank.  Had I waited until morning, as I had first thought to do until my old pal, the Relentless, the Unbearable, P A I N, overruled me, I would have entered Eternity at about five a.m.  

   I am now in a rehab facility, trying to learn to walk again (caused by the transverse myalitis in November, 2019) and trying to recover from a massive UTI due to the indwelling Foley Catheter, which I have prospects of replacing with a Suprapubic catheter; then, good riddance Foley, and never, ever again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

   Orthodox Easter is coming; I have never abandoned my Christian Faith since I "got saved,", but I prefer the expression of it in Orthodox liturgy and theology; rather than a banjo and two guitars, played by three **********s, who play the same tiresome three chords that, inadvertently, sound like "honky tonk" music . . . st least to me; and these three, generic stand-ins, ask questions of the nature, "Have you got saved?  How much didya bawl?"  Answers:  yes, and none---I was happy about ir.  Some of these same **********s now deem me a heretic, or, worse, unsaved. 

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