is there an exorcist in the house?

Three to four days a month mild mannered (haha yet dramatic) Crystal is transformed into a self centered and insecure ball of moodiness. Not to forget the neediness that static clings my feelings to any unsuspecting kindred spirit. Suddenly every-day human interactions are mentally broken down and dissected in an analytical circuit that (no matter what the physical task at hand may be)cannot be broken or interrupted. The conclusions of these mild delusions are often passionate pleas for more love, more attention, or repellents of any of the slightest bit of otherwise tolerable irritations. My appetite is no longer wired through my stomach. It takes some alternate route that never really sends signals to my brain until my body is faint and my extremities weak. Then, as if to riot the sudden change in diet, I can eat with an adequate supply of hunger only to find that my taste buds are revolted with whatever scrumptious delights I lay hands on! What is this demon that captures it's monthly feed on my body? PMS! PMS MUST BE STOPPED. It is RUINING my LIFE! Isn't there some exorcism? Some remedy... cry...