Bombarded!

Every few days my wife turns to me and asks if I saw something particular about one of our friends or acquaintances on Facebook. Although it’s usually something I’m interested in and wish I’d seen, I have to admit to her that–as usual–I failed to see it.

Facebook is a wonderful way to keep in touch with friends and family and to make new friends. I can’t deny that. Nor can I express anything but appreciation for the friends from many years past that I’ve caught up with on Facebook–people I wouldn’t have had any chance of locating and catching up with otherwise.

Whether they’re  former students or co-workers, people I used to know from former churches, or even a friend I’d gone on a mission trip to Australia with but had lost total contact with, my life would be vastly less interesting.

Maybe even lonelier.

So why don’t I pay more attention to Facebook?

Before I try to answer that, I need to admit that I’m that way about other electronic media, too. I have a Pinterest account. A LinkedIn account as well. Originally I posted some pictures on Pinterest, but now I totally ignore it. If I get a contact request from LinkedIn, I’m apt to confirm it. After all, my blog posts go there, and those people are potential readers of my books. Otherwise, why am I there?

And Twitter? Oh, wow! I don’t know why many of the people who choose to follow me do so, but I’ve met a few really interesting people that way. Sure is embarrassing, though, to admit to someone who’s apparently well known that I’ve never heard of them before. Only a few of the people I follow back respond, and I can’t think of more than one or two Tweeters whose names I can even remember. Nope, Twitter gets ignored, too.

But email is the biggie. I normally get several hundred messages a day–and that’s not counting the ones that automatically go to the Junk folder. When I check email, I typically “Select All” and then go down the list, unchecking those I’m really going to have to look at. I delete the ones that are still checked–and that’s apt to be 80-90% of them–and THEN read the few that are left.

Please don’t think I hate people, even though I might sound that way. Some of you have read the post I wrote about being an introvert. Not a shy introvert, but one who tires easily from being around more than a handful of people, and those people must be close to me at that. When I’m in a crowd, I can’t wait to escape.

I think that’s why I feel the way I do about electronic media. In my solitary lifestyle–I’m home by myself most of the day–I’m not apt to seek electronic company. Being bombarded with it is just too much. It’s apt to tire me just as much as being among a crowd of “real” people.

But I do enjoy the company of the select few.

I receive Facebook notices in my email, and I don’t mind those, no matter who they’re from. In fact, I’m happy to respond to them. But at least those are things that relate to me personally.

If I weren’t an author who’s always seeking more readers, I wouldn’t feel under such pressure to deal appropriately with the social media. Although we’re advised not to use the e-media just to make sales pitches, publishers expect authors to have a huge number of media followers.

What about you? Is keeping up with email and social media too much, too? Do you feel bombarded? How about leaving a comment?

NOTE: Various people have complained about not being able to find or leave comments. Go all the way to the bottom of this post, beneath my “Best regards, Roger.” On the very bottom line of that last section just above the previous post you’ll see “Leave a Comment” if yours will be the first or “X Comments,” where  X denotes the number of existing comments.

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Roger

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When Sleep Isn’t Restful

I have a problem. Okay, I know you do, too. And I hope yours is less of a nuisance.

Nuisance? Mine has gotten to be more than just a nuisance the past year or two. Makes me feel like maybe I am “aging gracelessly.”

Here’s the backstory…

My wife and I normally start heading for bed around 9:00 p.m. She reads for a while, and I close out my day by praying. So I fall asleep quite restfully.

At least I used to. But I have a mystery pain–after a surgical procedure we hoped would alleviate it, my doctor hopes it’ll still go away if I live long enough–that requires me to find the perfect way to lie down in order to be comfortable. I may start out on my back, my front, or my right side. My left side is usually–but not always–a bad choice. But then I often need to make a few small adjustments. Suffice it to say that one night’s perfect position may be exactly the wrong one the next night.

Once I get into position, however, I’m able to pray myself to sleep.

I normally need to get up at least a couple of times during the night. Hey, I’m a sixty-nine-year-old man. Enough said about that. Most of the time I don’t have much trouble getting back to sleep, although I do need to find a new most-comfortable position if I’m awake enough.

I take a very mild prescription medicine to help me sleep better. Although it’s supposed to be taken at bedtime, it’s more effective if taken after midnight. Otherwise, the effects don’t last long enough. It doesn’t make me groggy, thank goodness. It simply helps to keep my mind from fretting about ridiculous things I wouldn’t even think about if  fully awake.

On weekdays we get up at 6:30. We get up whenever we want to on Saturdays and at 7:30 on Sundays. So I spend a minimum of nine hours in bed, most of them asleep. I do tend to dream a lot, though.

So what’s the problem? Uh, did you read the title of this blog post? Oh, but of course you did.

Very rarely do I feel well rested. And it’s even worse if I attend a church function or do anything away from home the night before, even though I still get to bed well before 10:00. I feel even more wiped out the next day than usual.

What about sleep apnea, some of you ask? Excellent question.

I USED to have sleep apnea, which resulted not only in fatigue, but also caused me to snore intolerably, not to mention making me periodically stop breathing for a number of seconds, which always made my poor wife worry about whether I was ever going to start again.

So I had a sleep study done and ended up using a CPAP machine for several years. But I had to sleep on my back because of the type of mask I wore. Having to go to sleep on my back occasionally to accommodate my mystery pain isn’t bad, but having to sleep that way all the time back then got to be too much. So I used the CPAP less and less, and it currently resides in its travel case under the bed.

After intentionally losing fifty pounds, my apnea symptoms disappeared. My wife says I seldom snore anymore, and I never have any of those non-breathing spells. The only sleep apnea symptom that remains is the next-morning fatigue after an otherwise restful night’s sleep–not counting those irritating dreams, of course.

I keep telling myself to go to the doctor and see what he suggests, but that would take too much energy. And what if it’s something serious? Do I really want to know?

Hmm. Better to know for sure that something’s bad than to fret about it, huh?

Okay. I’ll go see the doctor. One of these days. In the meantime, I promise I’ll try to quit complaining. To my readers, anyhow.

What do you think? Any doctors in the house–arm chair type or medically trained? Or anyone experiencing similar problems? How about leaving a comment?

 

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Roger