Looks like Barton/Louisa has transgendering problems.
What problems? Some days I'm a lanky beer-loving pitcher for the Red Sox or Expos, others I'm an intrepid but fluffy girl kitten, others a screenwriter new to Tinseltown in search of the common man, or even a hard working thatcher in an English village. No trouble at all. Sounds like you are the one with problems.
Tomorrow I pop the pecker back on, and hit the bullpen and see if those nasty clots left me anything to work with. Maybe try southpaw?