Yeppe, the dreaded word, the one every male in the Universe associates with a woman's mood swings and erratic behaviour. The one thing every man uses as a joke/excuse/explanation when they can't figure out what the hell is going through a woman's mind. (I believe its now considered sexual harrassment to even make such jokes....)
To me, PMS isn't so much a medical term as a state of being. Permanent Moody Syndrome. I become anti-social, my temper's like a steadily burning fuse that explodes when triggered and I just want to stay at home and wallow. I start bingeing like there's no tomorrow and midnight snacking is a norm. Basically my life takes the fast route to hell and every silver cloud begins having a doomsday lining. To make matters worse, I get hives every time I so much as touch anything with prawns, shrimp or seafood (sans fish thank GOD). I don't even have to eat them, just have them associated with watever I am eating.
I never used to have cramps during THAT TIME OF THE MONTH, but now I get it during PMS! Bloating, flatulence, blah blah blah. I can't wait till the whole darn thing is over. If only I could stay home until it is...but no work = no marnee. DARN!
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