Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain - to the tune of 'Spam, spam, spam'

Living with pain is so much fun. If I pretend to be a normal person and do something like sit in a chair and cross one leg over the other or do some weeding or go for a walk or sit down or any number of regular every day things, my body reminds me I shouldn't. But the catch is sometimes it hurts and sometimes it doesn't. So its a crap shoot once again, will it hurt or not. Some times I can be normal and sometimes I can't. This morning I am lying in bed, propped up on pillows and my back is killing me and my right hip is hurting and stopping.

Then I read this lovely article about women and pain and depression and decided I need to do something else besides think about pain. Maybe I'll go have some breakfast.

Spam Song Lyrics

Customer: Morning,

Waitress: Morning.

Customer: What have you got?

Waitress: Well, there's egg and bacon,
egg sausage and bacon
Egg and spam
Egg, bacon and spam
Egg, bacon, sausage and spam
Spam, bacon, sausage and spam
Spam, egg, spam, spam, bacon and spam
Spam, sausage, spam, spam, spam, bacon, spam tomato and spam
Spam, spam, spam, egg and spam
Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, baked beans, spam, spam, spam and spam.

(Choir: Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Lovely Spam! Lovely Spam!)

Or Lobster Thermidor aux crevettes with a mornay sauce
served in a provencale manner with shallots and aubergines
garnished with truffle pate, brandy and a fried egg on top and spam.

Wife: Have you got anything without spam?

Waitress: Well, the spam, eggs, sausage and spam. That's not got much spam in it

Wife: I don't want any spam!

Customer: Why can't she have eggs, bacon, spam and sausage?

Wife: That's got spam in it!

Customer: Hasn't got much spam in it as spam, eggs, sausage and spam has it?

(Choir: Spam! Spam! Spam!...)

Wife: Could you do me eggs, bacon, spam and sausage without the spam, then?

Waitress: Iiiiiiiiiiiich!!

Wife: What do you mean 'Iiiiiiiiiich'? I don't like spam!

(Choir: Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!)

Waitress (to choir): Shut up!

(Choir: Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!)

Waitress: Shut Up! Bloody Vikings! You can't have egg, bacon, spam and sausage without the spam.

Wife: I don't like spam!

Customer: Shush dear, don't have a fuss. I'll have your spam. I love it, I'm having spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, baked beans, spam, spam, spam, and spam!

(Choir: Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam! Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!)

Waitress: Shut Up!! Baked beans are off.

Customer: Well, could I have her spam instead of the baked beans then?

Waitress: You mean spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam and spam?

Choir (intervening): Spam! Spam! Spam! Spam!
Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!
Spam spa-a-a-a-a-am spam spa-a-a-a-a-am spam.
Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam!
Spam spam spam spam!