Blogger to WordPress

I set up a blog on the Blogger platform in 2005, when I spent three lovely months in Beersheva, Israel. I was presumably on an internship but as my activities detailed on the blog would have you believing otherwise.

When I set up the WordPress platform for my site earlier  this year, I was given an option to import my old Blogger posts. That was wonderful because I was resigned to giving the ole neglect treatment to the blogger site. This option allowed me to archive 8 years worth of [infrequent] ramblings.

The import process went smoothly enough. The main issues are the old video embeds. They don’t work on WordPress. I have to either reinsert them again or put in a link to the blogger site, where they are working. I’ve decided to handle that later. More urgently, the tags/categories mismatch is going to be my first priority. Blogger allowed you to tag your posts and I admit I went a little tag happy. On importing it into WordPress, I found out, to my horror, that all my tags are now categories and the tag field is empty on my posts. This can’t remain.

I’m now slowly going through my old posts, and converting categories to tags, and trying to reign in the number of categories that I need. I wish there had been a way to map the old blogger tags [all 189 of the now WordPress categories] to the new WordPress tags so I didn’t have to do this.

It is a work in progress.

Earworm makes a comeback

For the past few weeks, this song is one of the first five to play when I hit the shuffle button on my playlist.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A1v84WKC6Pg

I heard Paul Stookey play this song live at my brother Noah’s wedding. It was beautiful. Memories.

Stoned and not loving it

If you are turned off by descriptions of health conditions,  skip this. If you like details of what’s inside me and doesn’t make me tick, keep reading.

I have kidney stones. Not one, not two; I have six stone babies that have hatched in my renal system (Update: currently at 4, I’ve birthed two). The scans were done after I’d painfully given birth to one large stone. The second, slightly smaller stone is pictured here. I’m waiting on the others.

Here is where the scan located them:

Holy Stones, Batman
Holy Stones, Batman

I went through the most painful 48 hours of my life before one “little” guy showed up:

This puppy took 48 hours to appear!
This puppy took 48 hours to appear!

He may look little but he packs a punch, especially when he’s seated at the vesicouretric junction:

It measured 5 mm on the scan. It looks like it lost some weight. Dieting?
It measured 5 mm on the scan. It looks like it lost some weight. Dieting?

 

[No renal stones were harmed in the creation of this blog post. In fact, they were thoroughly cleaned and sterilized before they were deemed appropriate for handling]

The longer than usual absence from blogging is due to these non-rolling, non-moss gathering beasts, leaving me (at most times) writhing in pain and frequently invoking the name of the Lord in vain (She’s not listening).

I now have two stone management experiences to compare, one at the Brigham and Woman’s Hospital emergency room and another at the home offices of Dr. Denish Moorthy (who is aided by an informal network of medical school colleagues who are now specialists in urology, radiology and laboratory medicine). I also have costs to compare, thought the B &W H costs are hidden in insurance and the Indian costs are only for diagnostic services and medicines (none of my colleagues charged me for consultations – it’s an unwritten code here).

I have rediscovered reserves of pain tolerance that had died out in my 20s, or so I thought. I need it. On a scale of 1 to 10, my pain frequently stayed at 12 for long periods of time, and I believe I hit a 15 when a stone tasted freedom (it’s a euphemism-I’ll leave it to your imagination).

I’m waiting it out. In the words of the other Stone, “Time is on my side” even though “I can’t get no satisfaction”. I’ll be back after my rest.