It’s soon to be two years since I landed in the hospital. To celebrate I went back for emergency surgery: ileo-colic resection and acute appendicitis. These are the times that I know I’m in the middle east. Culture clashes on the ward are common. The Arab population brings their whole village to the hospital when someone goes in. Usually one of the older teens/early twenties are slated to stay with the sicko over night (there are no beds for them, only floor 0r a chair). Along with all the people is a lot of food, chatter, noise. At first it seems charming, but quickly gives way to, “I want to sleep and they are still here at 11pm.”
Lupus is in remission and my kidneys seem to be functioning better. In fact, 8 days on IV has taken my already low creatinine of 3 and driven it down to 2.3!!!!! It won’t last, but the number was nice to see. And compared to two years ago when my potassium was through the roof, the hospital ended up giving me potassium.
I need to reclaim my life. The experiment/phenomena of social media has left me more “out there” than at any other time in my life. This directly contradicts my efforts to be “inside”. Judaism looks at men and women differently. We perform different roles in life. And even if I have tasks that I’m responsible for and my husband does the actual task, I am still the responsible person. When we first came to Israel in 1997 I was already fully into my feminine identity. I stayed home with our five year old, took classes in Hebrew to learn how to speak and maneuver in society, transcripted lectures, and generally managed the house. After several personal fortune losses (remember those stock crashes?) it became clear that I needed to help out with the budget bottom line. That’s when I started technical writing.
Trained as an engineer at a time when the industry was booming, I experienced much more than a normal college grad. In addition, I had to write. I had to tell the story to the non-technical. These skills translated easily in the Israeli market where the engineering is top notch, but the communication skills were lacking. These jobs forced me out of the house, but not full time.
Around 2008 I lost sight of my direction. Instead of staying home, working from home, I gave into pressure and excitement as my employer began to expand. Instead of staying with writing, I moved into management. Bad move. A year later I left to form my own company. Even worse move.
We are now two years after forming my company. We are getting by, but with the illness and the loan situation not being favorable, I couldn’t do all I set out to do. I’m still doing technical writing. And I’m still publishing books (a new one to be released mid-summer). By using social media we were going to take advantage of grass-roots publicity. It meant that I put myself “out there” for two years. I’m sick of it.
Twitter is an amazing tool to spread as much gossip, lies, and some truths through the vast connected network. Over and over I’ve seen people trash others, to the point of slander. I’ve seen people trash company reputations and any other reputation they deem worthy of trash. It is an all around not nice place to visit. I’m saying goodbye. Don’t want to ever be there again.
Linked In has never been a great place for me. I hate sitting online looking at forums. They seem like such time-sinks, with no ROI (return on investment). I’ll leave my professional profile up, only because it is often the starting place for researching people.
Facebook as a business tool works for those who know how to work it. When something goes viral, it really goes. It takes a special personality and almost full time dedication to make it work. I stopped using Facebook sometime ago for business. I now limit myself only to personal contacts, family, friends.
Blogging is also one of the top social media tools. It’s why there is a blog off our French Creek Press site. This blog is also a result, albeit, it is personal and I’m not actively seeking readership.
What I’m trying to say is that I’m tired, I want to crawl into my bed and pull the covers over my head. I’ll come out to work my tech writing contracts. And I’ll come out to publish books as they come. But as of today I’m resigning my place in the social media cloud. I hope never to visit it again. And if it comes up, I hope a colleague is in tow to do the media-ing.
This is my last blog entry. If I find I need an outlet to write, and if I get pressure from you, my family to continue to communicate, I’ll pickup under a different URL. You’ll see it on Facebook.
Thanks for riding these last two years with me. We should all witness the coming of Moshiach in our time, all receive parnassa (occupation), shefa (goodness raining down on us), mazel (luck, as it is in this world), shalom bayis (peace in the house), refuah shlema (complete healing), and many more blessings. Amen.