Yes, I've hit the last few friend-ofs!

[conuly]

It's party time! *passes out the cake and cookies*

Wow. Two posts on the same subject in one day. I'm getting repetitive. So I'll ask a question I *know* I've asked before:

Who are you?
How do you know me (if at all?)
How did you find me?
What's one interesting fact about yourself?
What's your least deep and dark fear?

I'm Uly, but if you know me in Real Life you call me Connie.
I am myself, so I don't really know me.
I found myself by looking down.
I'm not that interesting. Seriously. Um. I can count to 103 by primes.
I'm scared of lightning. Everyone knows or should know this.


Oh, and something else. I've long since disabled comment emails, since I rarely check my email, so if you say anything on a post that's midway down the page, it can take me a few days to find it. If it's off the page, I probably won't see it. If it's really important, please, don't worry about it, just put "I posted here" with the link on my most recent post.

Comments

[eofs.livejournal.com]

Even if I didn't know you were British, I would after that sentence.

Did you know Sam once said almost exactly the same thing to me. May I ask why precisely that identified me as British?

What's that mean, anyway, Osgood-Schlatter Disease?

As far as I'm concerned, it means that when I was ten the cartlidge at the base of my right knee became swollen (ow ow ow ow ow ow) forming a bump. This meant that I had to give up all sport for a while and in a more longterm way that certain activites remained painful/difficult for some years. Over time it has ossified and I now have a lump of bone there. These days it doesn't give me any pain *but* it is prominent and therefore bruises well (if you track my journal over time, or ever talk to me in person you will discover that I more frequently complain of bad bruises on my right knee than left.) Striking it is considerably more painful than striking my other knee.

I only recently realised just how much it has impacted my life though. I *still* favour kneeling on my left knee over my right (for some years I couldn't kneel on my right at all) and if I kneel on both I put my weight on the left. But the most seemingly innocuous way is when I do falls on stage. This was highlighted in my recent theatre project when I *had* to fall to my right. Previously I had assumed that I always fell to my left out of a combination of habit and knowing how to do that. After being forced to fall to my right I discovered that it's also because my left is used to it, so it doesn't hurt any more. Let me tell you, having to fall (well, be slammed down) to my right repeatedly... that HURT. I got some very nasty bruising. It's nice though because after about three weeks of this treatment my right leg became accustomed to the falls, so I can do them either way. But I did get absolutely horrendous bruising to my knee where I was falling directly onto the bone (I skinned it during one performance *winces*

That's what Osgood-Schlatter Disease means to me. If you google it the top couple of articles both call it temporary and make no mention of ossification. *Shrugs* I don't call 8 years temporary...

[conuly]

Ow. Are you sure it isn't something else entirely?

As for what identified you as British, you said "I have done since I was ten". An American would never say that, we'd say "I have since I was ten". I am 87% confident that this is the useage in Canada as well, though I can't speak for Australia/New Zealand/anywhere else.

[eofs.livejournal.com]

Interesting. Languages are fascinating, aren't they.

Ow. Are you sure it isn't something else entirely?

Well until about an hour ago I'd never questioned the diagnosis ;0) So... I dunno. I guess it could be something else. *Shrugs* It never occured to me before.