Pride of pwnership

I transferred my prescription to a new pharmacy today. When I was asked about existing conditions, I said, “CRPS – Complex Regional Pain Syndrome – and fibromyalgia.” My tone, I realized, was firm and proud.

At first, that freaked me out. Proud? To have CRPS? Just how far have I come to identify myself with this disease? 

It bothered me, but not as much as it should have. I put it on a back burner to mull for a bit.

I did some paperwork and watched a movie: Mulan, and I don’t think that’s irrelevant.

I realized that it’s not having CRPS and fibromyalgia that I’m proud of. It’s having CRPS and fibromyalgia, and still being alive – still hugely engaged – still moving to a new place, still sorting out my paperwork, still finding a new adventure, and still organizing that adventure even as it unfolds. 

I identify with whatever it took to develop the nerve, courage, and modicum of grace that got me this far. I identify with what it took to discover those who kept me alive, and made that life worth living. I identify with having gotten to the point where the things that I think about, much of the time, have nothing to do with pain, frailty, and other losses. I have this ridiculously awful disease, but that's not where my life is. 

I have CRPS, but the verb "to have" has a number of meanings: to possess, to be in relationship to, to be required, to have a duty or need, and so on. If you've ever done any translation, you know what a headache the verb "to have" can be. 

In this case, it might just mean that I own the disease, in the way that hackers mean when they spell "own" with a P: pwn. To pwn something (a device, troublesome software, the CIA mainframe) is to figure out how to dominate it, because you know exactly how to make it play ball -- whether that's legal, approved, or otherwise. 

As it happens, that's pretty much what I intend to do with CRPS.

I'm okay with being proud about that.