- Mood swings that put British weather to shame,
- Strong desire to stuff myself with all kinds of fattening comfort food,
- Painful cystic acne that imply that I have yet to win that battle with sebum that began in puberty,
and then, finally, the telltale nearly unbearable pain in my abdomen. Every month, they happen without fail. They sound like horrible things, and trust me, they're no walk in the park, but I'm always grateful whenever I these signs arrive. After several years of periodic amenorrhea, they don't seem so bad.