Witless. That's how I feel. The proof? Finding humor in peeing. Well, more than that actually. You know that commercial for Flomax? I probably saw it a hundred times before I really paid attention to the problem for which they were hawking the pill. Then I groaned as I got the name of the pill. Flow max. Oh my God honey, I'm peeing too slow, what should I do!? (note: I don't mean to belittle people with swollen prostates and I don't mean to trivialize the discomfort that they feel.) Anyway, I'm far too amused each time I pee as I call out to spouse, "Honey, come quick! Am I peeing fast enough? Do you think I need to see the doctor?" We've been doing this routine for a few days and getting lots of chuckles out of it. Yesterday, spouse got me laughing when he called out, "Honey, come quick. Do you think it's the right shade of yellow?" Then we came up with a new pill name, Yellorite. Watch for it in upcoming ads.
It's another day of misery here but I'm not going to pontificate on it, if experience is any indicator, this should be the last of the really bad days. I feel like a ride at Disneyland with a sign "closed for repairs".