PMS- The Good, The Bad and The Ugly

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First of all, I’d like to start off by saying that there is no good side to PMS. Quite honestly, I’d be surprised if any woman had anything good to say about PMS. It’s that time of the month when I turn into a rabid beast. I just want to be left alone and more or less want to severely harm members of the opposite sex.

I usually feel at my most ‘fat girl’ during that time. I look bloated, I get back aches, nausea, and every ounce of emotion known to mankind. It’s the only time where I’d describe myself as mercurial, because my moods change ever so often. I have moments of infinite happiness, then sadness to the point of me bawling my eyes out for no apparent reason, and finally, anger towards people who can do and say the most minuscule of things to set off my fuse. My eating patterns go all haywire. I crave junk food and basically, anything sweet. Chocolates and cake are my best friend during that time even though, I cry for Africa after eating it because I am consumed with guilt.

Weird thing is that, my sisters and I experience a good bout of PMS at the same time. I, however, am known to be the most difficult of all. I’m pretty sure that I come close to being a protagonist on the show, Snapped: Women Who Kill, during that time. Yeah, I am ‘Pass My Shotgun’ bad.
Even at work, I find it difficult to keep my cool around people, who already annoy me.

A few years ago, my sister, who is a medical doctor, prescribed herbal vegi-caps for me to counteract PMS. Not only do they ease my mood somewhat, but, they also help with the cramps and duration of my menses. I can safely say, Primeve Plus is a lifesaver! I am sure my boyfriend would agree too.

I am currently lying in bed, with a heat pack on my tummy suffering from severe cramps. Funny thing is, I actually feel the need to write and recreate a past experience. Another thing is, though my boyfriend sure did annoy me these last few days, he’s been so thoughtful and caring that I don’t feel like punching him much.

Here’s some food for thought… One day, perhaps, the greatest weapon of mass destruction known to mankind will be an army of women suffering from PMS 🙂


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