Welcome to the new “Collective”. Resistance will be futile.
Frankly I don’t care if big brother knows if I have hemorrhoids or if I have been depressed or if I have some horrible STD. I want my life. That’s what we’re talking about here. My father suffered from a disease that required certain treatment. He had and incident, 911 paramedics took him to a hospital that was mere half a mile from the hospital where he was normally treated . . . they didn’t have his records. Without those records they did what they never should have done. As a consequence, my father died a horrible painful death. This is a trade-off I would make in a second.