Whose data are they anyway?

I accept my body is mine to do with as I please—heaven knows, no one else would want it. And no, this is not a moment of existential angst. But the question that strikes me is how much should the information about me be mine?⇑

I’ve taken some time off the clinical treadmill, which is driving me relentlessly forward to a consultant job, where the managers won’t think I need any more of that pesky training that interferes so with service delivery. I’m doing a research degree for the next couple of years, which …