In considerably less than two weeks, people across the country who care about freedom of speech, inappropriate and over-the-top penalties, and conversations around health care (and other important things) raised more than $26,000 for Saskatchewan nurse Carolyn Strom.
I have seldom felt quite so exercised about an issue, and am delighted to see that Strom will have her ridiculous sentence for questioning her grandfather’s care in a Macklin health facility paid for. With any luck, her appeal of the Saskatchewan Registered Nurses’ Association’s (SRNA’s) decision and financial penalty will also be successful. If so, the funds raised will go to seniors’ advocacy.
Strom, in a Facebook conversation, called her grandfather’s care ‘subpar’ — leading to the SRNA’s disciplinary process. The SRNA alleged that the failed to use proper channels for complaint and did use her status as a nurse for personal purposes. Whether that’s true or not, $26,000 and months of hearings are insane.
Social media is getting a lot of us in deep, deep trouble. A lot of politicians, including our own, have been bitten by inappropriate comments or shares on Twitter and ‘likes’ on Facebook. There’s the Tweeting Trump phenomenon, too, showing how powerful social media can be even at the top end of the food chain. Trump doesn’t just eat meat; he eats apprentices, other world leaders, Democrats and possibly the Canadian dairy industry for lunch.
This led me to wonder if anything on my Facebook page might get me in hot water. I’m not on there a lot, partly due to lack of time, and partly because . . . well, I just don’t like it all that much. Perhaps if I did engage in some heavy conversation or got snarky on an issue, I’d be there more often.
My latest post, for example, was a photo of the amazing blueberry-orange French toast my husband made for breakfast on Good Friday. I posted it along with a Happy Easter message, noting that even as the world’s leaders were behaving in a scary and unnecessary fashion, there was love and peace and yummy food in my house. I hoped it was the same for my friends and family, and I wanted them to know I love them.
I got tonnes of likes and loves, and a bunch of my people really liked the photo. Mostly, methinks they wanted blueberry-orange French toast too. Hard to blame them. Ken makes amazing sauces, both sweet and savoury.
This sort of thing is not going to move the world, for good or ill. At least I’m keeping in some sort of touch with folk, which indeed was what Facebook was intended for. Wasn’t it?
Some people think it’s more useful for trolling and catching people out these days, as the Strom fiasco illustrates so well. Had they just shut up about it, as I said last week, no one would know that the care home was ‘subpar’ and the whole thing would have blown over.
I’m also peeking around for salacious and earth-shaking missives from my Facebook friends. Here’s what I found today and yesterday.
A certain graphic artist friend of mine posted a drawing of a buffalo with a chainsaw. It’s a fabulous cartoon.
A local author took a great photo of two beautiful purple crocuses.
My cousin from Edmonton visited her sister in Toronto, and those two gorgeous women had someone take a photo of them.
There were many pictures of Easter baking. Mennonites, and others, love to bake and serve paska – a sweet Easter bread – and decorate it, too. Yum.
There were photos of kids during their Easter egg hunts, photos of my niece and nephews and brother at my place, and a real bunny tucked under an already-green bit of shrubbery.
A shared blog post excoriated the use of aspartame, and claimed that it mimics the symptoms of multiple sclerosis. I quit drinking diet sodas several years ago, thinking the sweetener upset my stomach, so I found this interesting . . . if a little over the top.
Then there were all the ads. My favourite was the one from The New York Times, which posted this: “Subscribe to clarity. Not confusion.” Love it.
I laughed at the beaver leading a herd of cows across a pasture.
I think the best recent item was a shared Women After 50 piece that read: “I am at that awkward stage of life where most of my conversations have at least one of these sentences in them: Have I told you this already? What was I saying? Have you seen my glasses? I’d love to, but I already took my bra off.”
I laughed out loud. Gah! I hate to admit it, but oh man, that’s too, too true. At least Facebook can help me lighten up about aging.
See? I’m boring. On the bright side, I’m not being dragged before tribunals. On the down side, I’m not exactly lighting up my social media world. Maybe it’s time to complain about something.