I have been on Twitter for some time under my professional name. But I never saw the appeal because it was boring. I did not care that my colleagues in Wisconsin were having a fire drill, that another colleague in New Haven was drinking a beer, or that another in Florida had food poisoning. And if that wasn’t bad enough there were the links to professional articles. People, I’m an archivist. I am not a scientist driving the Mars Rover. You can only read so many tweets about records management or organizing manuscripts before you put down your smart phone, remove the battery cover, and slit your wrist with the sharp edge. Rather than court death I just stopped.
It is when I started the blog that I embraced the real networking aspect of Twitter. And, well, breast cancer is not records management so actually connecting with people could really be valuable to my own survival. I wanted to connect with patients, providers, people who put the disease behind them, and those who live with the disease. And it has been a wonderful experience. My horizons have really broadened and I’m learning a lot. Twitter is now an effective tool instead of a magnified view of the latest argument over who makes the best pencil.*
So tonight I participated in my first TweetChat.
And I am completely traumatized.
I can multitask, but fer crissakes you’ve got 100 people in there all tweeting and twatting and chirping and burping and I can’t keep up. I see one great comment, but by the time I’ve formatted my comment (I’m CDO, remember?) I’ve lost it. A question is posited, twenty tweets follow all connected to the previous 100 tweets, I scroll back to make the connections, 100 tweets have now been pushed out since then, and I have to read them because I don’t want to tweet the same thing someone else says, and then I get retweeted, and I’m trying to figure out what the hell they tweeted and who the hell is @sarcasticboob, oh and . . . Fuck me!
I think I learned something valuable about collaboration among patients and providers. And lots of folks had really interesting things to say. I’m going to try this again next week.
I just hope I don’t become an alcoholic trying to keep up with #bcsm. ‘Cause, baby, I need a drink.