I guess the good news is, the Doctor called and said my brain is normal.
Joannie immediately ascertained the problem; the test results have been switched. This makes a lot of sense, and is the only logical reason I can come up with. Of course this means, I’ll be allowed to run about in public, unfettered and unsupervised, while some poor bastard somewhere will spend the next six months being poked with sticks and other silly experiments to find out what the heck is wrong with this boy.
What a country.