I’m pretty sure my low mood last week had to do with getting sick.  Everyone at work is sick, and  I thought I was outsmarting it by bathing in Purell.  Nope.  Nope. Nope. Thursday, I remember looking at a poster about stroke symptoms by the copier.  That night, I had a terrifying dream about having a stroke.  I woke up with a nasty headache and googled strokes.  I also checked in the mirror.  It’s amazing what I’ll believe in the middle of the night.  Babadook had me running to the bathroom for several days.  I went back to sleep and woke up  extremely dizzy.  The walk to the bathroom was a challenge.  When I was in college I used to get labyrinthitis like other people got the sniffles, and it felt a little like that.  I fought through it and made it to work.  By the afternoon, I felt like it was 30 degrees in my cubey, but the thermometer said 72.  Merde.  Went home and immediately to bed.  Yesterday, I dragged myself out to Deadpool  with my Hubby (and loved it).  A pretty low key Valentine’s Day here.  My head hurts too much to think about my mood today.  Back to the heating pad and Netflix and not chill.