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This post reflects a subjective condition. No, reflects a condition common to many of us (see the emotional rollercoaster of CosmoGirl ), but tells a very personal solution. It is said that the cure I've found I will work for all women, mind you ... I'm not a doctor, thank goodness, otherwise I would stir things disgusting and gruesome to see, so do not blindly trust me.
Sometimes, I confess, not even myself, I trust myself.
You woke up an hour early to make your boyfriend a favor and go to pick up a package in place his? You have miscalculated the traffic and you've waited for half an hour that the courier would open? You arrived breathless at the office and the CEO has seen fit to give you a head wash for reasons that do not compete? We've spent a quarter of an hour to make him understand your alien to the facts, an auditor while you waited in the meeting room and a stack of documents to verify prancing on your desk? Have you noticed that the documents that had occurred, you were correct and returned with required corrections will have been returned as they are, or full of horrors? Everything seems dull boring, heavy, unbearable? Did you know scientifically that the day would have been a hell right from 9.30 am and that, after work, I would have expected the friendly dentist's chair (in your imagination a horror second only to the gynecologist)?
E 'on days like this that sometimes I just want to send the country to which all of them, and smash something to punch anyone who has the misfortune to befall a shot.
you remember that time when I killed a chocolate cake railing as a truck driver? If refresh the memory back to the appropriate post .
Well, a few months away from that tragic episode I can confirm that there is a remedy for premenstrual syndrome. Yes, sir: In my case, that remedy is called chaste tree .
The chaste tree (I will write with a capital letter because if it deserves all) is a plant that grows somewhere (if you want a description Pizzos click here), but this is not the point. The point is that the chaste tree, taken regularly, in my case prevents hysteria. I mean, I want to think that my condition is not normal to hysterical woman on the verge of a nervous breakdown, bursting into tears with a geyser of profanity for a botched cake. No, I think I want to be that patient, who listens and who face life with a sense of humor. The chaste tree, herb but not illegal or a psychotropic substance, it helps me to keep Dr. Jeckill, leaving behind Mr. Hide.
Mind you, it's not for me to go around like a zombie, a Fatton, or knocking on the lampposts staggering, perhaps with a bag in his right Tavernello. Just me, the nice girl ever. In fact, if I have to say it all, thanks all'Agnocasto s ent which I speak, regardless of day of the month where I am, with clarity .
can not imagine the happiness that I got rid of the damn syndrome ... Now I know for a couple of weeks a month is enough for me to take a pill miracle grass in the morning, limiting alcohol and made Mr. Hide remains in jail.
And then the almost chaste tree has become one of us, at my house. For example, the scenes of hysteria, during which my FF was waiting for it to pass the fury thrusting a lampshade on his head and trying to blend in with the upholstery have been replaced by:
- Grrrr ... But porc ... But [@##°... But Vaffa ...
- Hehe, forgot the chaste tree today?
- Oh, baby, you're right! Hahaha, what would I do without you and dell'Agnocasto!
and everything passes.
Incredible, right?
I'm just wondering if you can develop addiction all'Agnocasto with horror and fear that one day may stop making effect. Well, if I were to explode all of a sudden one day it will be better that civil protection is alerted.
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