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    Facebook, Instagram, Reddit and TikTok: a proposal for health authorities to integrate popular social media platforms in contingency planning amid a global pandemic outbreak

    Request PDF | Facebook, Instagram, Reddit and TikTok: a proposal for health authorities to integrate popular social media platforms in contingency planning amid a global pandemic outbreak | In December 2019, a new severe respiratory coronavirus infection (COVID-19) was detected and has since spread across the globe to be ultimately... | Find, read and cite all the research you need on ResearchGate

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    Facebook, Instagram, Reddit and TikTok: a proposal for health authorities to integrate popular social media platforms in contingency planning amid a global pandemic outbreak

    June 2020Canadian journal of public health. Revue canadienne de santé publique 111(3)

    DOI:10.17269/s41997-020-00343-0

    Authors: Marzieh Eghtesadi

    Centre hospitalier de l'Université de Montréal (CHUM)

    Adrian Florea

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    In December 2019, a new severe respiratory coronavirus infection (COVID-19) was detected and has since spread across the globe to be ultimately declared a pandemic by the World Health Organization on March 11, 2020. For physicians and allied medical professionals, the period since has been marked by an increased and rapidly changing flow of information from multiple regional, national and international health authorities, regulating bodies and professional associations. Although social media platforms have an active presence in the instant dissemination of information and medical professionals display active participation in them, traditional channels such as email are still being emphasized as a means of communication. This article discusses the opportunities offered by social media platforms such as Facebook, Reddit and TikTok to disseminate medical information both for the use of physicians and as a means to communicate essential information to the public at large.

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    I teach an online course in death investigation. One of my students is a serial killer. : nosleep

    2.3k votes, 64 comments. Dear professor, I wanted to shoot you a quick thanks. This is the best class I’ve ever taken. The latest section on crime …

    Posted by u/epaul13 2 years ago 3

    I teach an online course in death investigation. One of my students is a serial killer.

    Dear professor,

    I wanted to shoot you a quick thanks. This is the best class I’ve ever taken. The latest section on crime scene processing has been particularly helpful.

    Becky

    I rolled my eyes. “Submit your work on time, Becky, and you won’t have to kiss my ass for a B,” I muttered.

    The local community college hosts a non-credit online “death investigation” class. I was invited to teach the course when I retired from the coroner’s office. It’s a great gig and pays well considering the lack of work involved. Tell a couple of war stories, describe a few grisly suicides or brutal murders- they’ll love you. The class favorite is my decomp floater- one of my very first autopsies. I barely touched that rotten flesh with the scalpel and he exploded like an overfilled balloon. He just popped. Bile splattered the walls, intestines sprayed like confetti- the room became an instant gas chamber. I couldn’t stop screaming, I was soaked with foul smelling juices. The medical examiner couldn’t stop laughing.

    I chewed on my pencil eraser and studied Becky’s profile picture. A young girl wearing a red dress with a big carefree grin on her face. Blonde curls, blue eyes, light freckles on her cheeks… Pretty girl, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d seen her before- always an unsettling notion for a coroner.

    I lifted my coffee mug for a sip, and I saw a damp ring encircling a picture of Becky on yesterday’s newspaper. I gasped and almost spilled the cup. Her smiling face was beneath a grim headline. I scanned the article. Rebecca Scholler. Missing under suspicious circumstances. So, I had seen the picture before.

    Becky,

    Your profile picture is supposed to be of you. The picture you’re using is from the news- a missing girl. This is inappropriate. Please fix.

    I’m no stranger to this sort of thing. These are, after all, kids. Last semester I had Osama Bin Laden, Jesus Christ, and Eminem in my class. Profile pranks is what the staff called it.

    A few minutes later my phone buzzed. It was an e-mail from Becky:

    Sorry, it’s just that I was much prettier when I was alive. lol

    The new profile picture was of the same young blonde- only now she wasn’t smiling, and her eyes were wrong. She was too white. The backdrop was a cold slab of concrete. A deep unease settled in my gut. You don’t spend a lifetime disassembling people and not recognize death when you’re looking at it. Those eyes were lifeless. A single white rose was clenched between her teeth.

    This was a corpse.

    I tapped “reply,” but my thumbs hovered over the screen. I didn’t know what to say or do.

    “…family says they have not seen Tracey Mccray since last Monday…”

    My attention snapped to the TV that was droning in the background. An animated news anchor was gesturing wildly beneath a photograph of a pretty woman in her 30’s. A big “MISSING” in red stencil was plastered above a woman’s photograph.

    I turned up the volume. My heart ticked up a notch. I’ve seen this woman before. Those brown curls, brown eyes…

    “…authorities are perplexed by the rash of missing persons reports in the Braughuer Township area, and they urge anyone with information to come forward…”

    “It can’t be,” I told the news anchor firmly.

    “Hm?” Hannah, my wife, asked from the kitchen.

    “Nothing,” I mumbled, trying to force the unease from my voice.

    “I’m going to head the grocery store,” she said, grabbing her keys from the counter. “Need anything?”

    “...police say they have no evidence that indicates these missing individuals are in any way related…”

    “No,” I said absently.

    I scrolled through my class list on my phone- and there she was. Tracey Mccray. I opened up an e-mail.

    Last online: One hour ago.

    How is that possible? She’s been missing for a week. I opened an e-mail:

    Who are you?

    Almost immediately my phone buzzed.

    Professor, what do you mean? It’s me. Tracey. lol

    The profile picture had been changed. It was a photograph of Tracey. Her neatly decapitated head stood atop what looked like a kitchen table. A single white rose sat in a vase next to her head. Coagulated blood pooled around the severed neck. Ghost white lips were twisted into a soundless scream. Her dead eyes were wide open, still reflecting some of the terror they had seen before death.

    I’ve seen that look countless times. Poets and academics love to think of death as romantic. It’s not. Everyone has that same shocked look on their face when death comes knocking. You shit and piss yourself. You’re the butt of some cop’s joke that’s helping the coroner lug your smelly body out of your shitty apartment. You end up with PBJ crumbs on your tits from the coroner that’s rushing his lunch so he can finish your autopsy early. You end up as a toxicology report and “final death letter” that winds up in a dusty filing cabinet with a thousand other letters and you’re forgotten before dinner.

    When my hands finally stopped shaking, I dialed a cop buddy that was still on the force and I hastily explained the situation. He’s a homicide detective- a good one.

    There was a long pause.

    “I know it sounds crazy, Tim.” I offered.

    “It most certainly does.”

    “Can you help?” I asked.

    He sighed, “Based on the e-mails you sent me, it looks like the guy is using a VPN. This is going to take some real work. I need to make some phone calls. I’ll get back to you.”

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