Post #7 for my MBA class, "Communication Strategies for a Global Marketplace."
This week found me battling a health challenge. And I do mean battling. Let me set the stage...
Last weekend was Girlie's birthday weekend. Saturday was her "kid" party, held at a local children's entertainment venue. (While I admire mothers who can host 15 children in their home and maintain their sanity, I am not one of them.) And Sunday was her "family" party, held at our home and including 20 or so of our family and closest friends, 8 of whom were children. My parents, along with my brother and his wife, drove 8 hours to spend the long weekend with us and I invited all of them to stay at our house. So it was a busy weekend, to say the least. On Saturday afternoon, following the kid party and gift unwrapping, my mother and I ran a million errands in preparation for Sunday's gathering. I noticed every time we came home and I had to remove my boots and pull them on again, it became increasingly difficult to get my left boot on. My assumption? Something was wrong with the boot, of course.
That night at 11pm was the first time all day I had a moment to sit down and "relax" while Mr. Problem Solver finished building Girlie's dollhouse birthday gift. As soon as I stretched my legs out in front of me and looked at my calves and feet I was horrified - my left leg and foot looked like they belonged to an elephant! (And not a baby one, either.) So I elevated my leg, iced up my foot and the next morning had Mr. Problem Solver run out for compression stockings (FUN in hosiery, take my word for it) and some over-the-counter diuretics (basically caffeine pills). I managed to get through Sunday's festivities with no major issues and drank tons of water to flush my system.
Monday morning rolls around and "fat foot" (as I'd affectionately named her) remained. So I phoned my doctor's office and got an appointment for 2:45pm. I had breakfast out with my family, we said our goodbyes and I picked up the house a bit before heading off to the appt. Unfortunately my doctor's schedule had been hijacked, so I saw her at 4pm. She immediately said she wanted an ultrasound of my leg and began calling around to see where this could be done as late in the day as it was. Fortunately, the radiology office in the same building was still open, so down I went. All was well until after the scan when the tech came back from speaking with the radiologist and said, "I have a wheelchair for you and I'm going to wheel you back up to see the doctor." (Hint: that's never good news.) Back up we went and next thing you know my doctor is telling me that I need to drive to the hospital and be admitted via the emergency department, as I have a femoral artery blood clot. She tried to admit through the admitting office, but the ED is a better route when a medication needs to be administered ASAP. So off I drove. En route to my home (where I was picking up Mr. Problem Solver) I managed to have an automobile accident. No injuries, but total nightmare regardless, and a good hour's delay.
Finally get home, Mr. Problem Solver drives me to ED and... hospital is CLOSED. No beds available. Hmmm... I phone my doctor's on-call coverage - she calls ED attending, who promises to get me on a gurney with some blood thinner ASAP. A few hours later I am happily ensconced on a gurney in a hallway, along with dozens of other seriously ill people. At about 2am I'm transported via ambulance to the new Ahuja Medical Center, where I am patient #10.
So what does this have to so with social networks, marketing or global communications? Everything.
I began updating my Facebook status while I waited for my ultrasound, and continued all through the evening. I asked for prayers that I wouldn't have a blood clot. (Sometimes the answer to prayer requests is "No.") As the replies and messages and texts and calls came in over the hours, I felt completely surrounded by the love of friends and family. People asked if we needed anyone to look after Girlie (which we did, and fortunately her godmother was home and could take her for the night - but literally half a dozen other people offered). People shared their health scare stories, offered prayers and healing thoughts and generally lifted my spirits. It was a way to feel much less isolated during a very frightening and difficult time.
The only challenge was that my parents aren't on Facebook, neither is my brother, nor are a few close friends. So I needed to separately share the information with these important people. In the ED, the walls are lead so there isn't any cell phone signal - no calling or texting. So I did the next best thing - I used Skype to instant message my mother! Fortunately she was at her computer and responded, though I had to give her some quick IM protocols (don't write paragraphs before hitting send, for example). But the amusing piece is what my mother said when I told her that my sister could read the updates on FB:
"doesn't surprise me that you "facebooked" all of this; i told (your sister) that i'm sure you would be. i, on the other hand, would not want "the world" to know but that is why we are each made differently."
I thought this was hysterical. The "world" indeed - as if every user of the internet was now viewing my oh-so-scintillating Facebook status updates. But I think my 60-something year-old mother's perspective of Facebook is one shared by many people, even some much younger than she. The idea that Facebook is somehow an open letter to the entire world. I took a moment to Skype to my mother that the only people who could see these updates were people I actually know and have consented to them viewing my information and even then, they have to be logged into Facebook to read my updates. I reminded her that when she has news to share, she activates a phone chain or sends a mass email. This is my version of that process. I think she understands, now.
But this led me to think about why Facebook, rather than Twitter? Twitter is often the way that people log updates to real-time events. Everything from award shows to the Super Bowl to the riots in Egypt have been tweeted. In some ways it's a more logical tool for bytes of information. However, my health scare was personal. Not private per se, as I have nothing I seek to keep confidential about the process. But personal, as I wanted to reach out to specific people, to friends. There are a few friends who follow me on Twitter, but most of my twitter followers are strangers, who presumably are indifferent to my health concerns. I generally tweet about matters of general interest - current affairs, technology, higher education, businesses I like or dislike. So today I tweeted about some of the aftermath of my hospital stay and the challenges of the new hospital - if you want to see my thoughts, check me out at #katseyeonlife.
What do you think - would you Facebook or Tweet or otherwise announce a personal event online? This idea is hardly new, as companies and celebrities have been doing so for a long time. I don't know that it's as popular with us regular folk, yet.
On a final personal note - many, many thanks to all of you who reached out during and after my health scare. I am grateful in ways that I can't express. If you've ever doubted the ability of a few quick typewritten or spoken words to have a positive impact, know that yours have. Hugs.
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