Yesterday wasn't a particularly good day for me. I wheezed and coughed a lot, had an accident in the house, vomited twice (once with my latest furosemide pill in it) and just generally had MomDad worried all day. The vomiting may have been due to some newspaper I chewed up or maybe something else as yet unidentified, but we just don't know. So far today I seem better, but I'm sure everything I do will be watched, analyzed and debated. Is there no privacy anymore?