Home on the Range

Just had to share this.  It is sung to the tune of Home on the Range (of course):


Oh give me a day,

Where I don’t have to pay,

Three days for five minutes of sun,

Where my hair doesn’t fall out,

And my life’s not about,

A pill bag that weighs half a ton.



Home, home yet again,

Where most of my time I do spend,

I can’t afford fun,

One dinner out and I’m done,

Cause my fingers, I can’t even bend.



I know you don’t understand,

It’s not something I planned,

Or just how plain crappy I feel,

I may not look sick,

No this isn’t a trick,

I assure you my illness is real.



Home, home yet again,

Where most of my time I do spend,

I can’t afford fun,

One dinner out and I’m done,

Cause my fingers, I can’t even bend.



This face I put on,

Doesn’t mean pain is all gone,

It’s just so that I won’t expose,

That the snores you do make,

While I lay wide awake,

Make me want to clothespin your nose.



Home, home yet again,

Where most of my time I do spend,

I can’t afford fun,

One dinner out and I’m done,

Cause my fingers, I can’t even bend.



Now my face is all rashed,

My day is all trashed,

My knees are as big as balloons,

All my muscles just ache,

No more can I take,

Just lost a whole week’s worth of spoons.



Home, home yet again,

Where most of my time I do spend,

I can’t afford fun,

One dinner out and I’m done,

Cause my fingers, I can’t even bend.



The next time you complain,

About some random pain,

Or the annoying cold that you caught,

To walk in your shoes,

Is what I would choose,

Be thankful for what you have got.


Written by: Stephanie Kennedy

and scarfed from http://www.butyoudontlooksick.com/articles/sick-humor/sick-humor-a-spoonie-anthem/