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I had a physical examination today. Some laws in this world are weird, and
some of them are better than they are where I’m from. For others, I’m not sure
one way or the other. I think my world would do this sort of thing sometimes,
for when there were specific reasons to believe that the accused was in need
of it, but here, they do it for everyone. There is an entire branch of
medicine dedicated to making sure that people like me are fit to stand trial,
or even just this small hearing. They call it Judicial Fitness, making this my
Judicial Fitness Evaluation. I’ll go through more by the time this is over,
and maybe more while I’m being monitored by a parole officer. This Earth, and
this country in particular, is very concerned with the physical and emotional
stability of their accused and convicted. I would be interested to learn what
happened in history to turn this into a common practice. Were there too many
bored doctors? Were there a ton of patients who were later discovered to have
been unfit for legal proceedings, which resulted in severe damage to their
welfare? Or maybe there was one highly publicized case that shifted
perception. Either way, I don’t have a problem submitting to it. I have
nothing to hide. Y’all already know, I don’t mind admitting to my medical
issues; I’ve done that in multiple instances on this site. I believe in
medical privacy, but I’ve personally never run into a situation that I felt I
couldn’t tell anyone about, even if it would be “embarrassing” for a
neurotypical. I’m trying to think of a story like that to prove to you that I
don’t care, but nothing comes to mind. Perhaps I just don’t understand what
other people’s threshold would be. I’ve had a few ingrown toenails, which
required minor surgery, does that count? They sent a scope up my urethra to
try to figure out my digestive issues. That’s not great, a normal person would
probably keep that to themselves. Let’s see, I used to vomit from anxiety
whenever I did something new. I guess that can still happen, it’s just that
less is new than it was when I was a tiny little baby boy. I just called
myself a tiny little baby boy, should I be embarrassed by that? You tell me.
If those aren’t juicy enough for ya, I’m afraid that my current condition
isn’t gonna help you either. I earned a clean bill of health from my
physician, which means that I can attend my hearing tomorrow. What exactly the
purpose of it is a bunch of legalese that I don’t understand, but I’ll try to
recount it tomorrow, unless they throw me in prison right away, and don’t give
me access to a computer. If that happens, my blog will just end. I don’t have
any backup posts waiting on the schedule this time. Welp, it’s been real...or
rather it hasn’t, because I’m making all of this up, ain’t I? Or am I?
I am. Wait...oh no, I was right, this is all fiction.
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