I guess it is like anything that goes up -“ it must come down at some stage. After what can only be termed a huge Mardi Gras, the last couple of weeks saw most of us having to stop for a moment and collect our thoughts.

Mardi Gras weekend consisted for me of working, partying and spending time with a boy. To be honest it was one of the best Mardi Gras I have ever had, but like most people I never really thought how the week or weeks after that would hit me so hard.

Many know it as PMS or post-Mardi-Gras syndrome. Basically, after being happy so long, something has to give and, like the big roller coaster that used to be at Luna Park, it all comes crashing down.

My PMS started around about Tuesday. Waking up in the wee hours of the afternoon, I knew something had gone amiss. I felt like I had a wet blanket on my head -“ nothing seemed to be going right for me.

After a few camomile teas I took refuge in front of the TV for a good dose of Foxtel. I know many can agree with me when I tell you about the next hump I was to encounter. Oprah! Why is it that after every major dance party Oprah seems to have the most heart-wrenching programs you can imagine?

It seemed that I cried non-stop for about two hours at Oprah, then The Tyra Banks Show and even the toilet paper ad with the dog and the baby. It was not a pretty sight.

By this stage I was back onto solid foods so a quick visit to Hard Rock Caf?ith my flatmate Vanity lifted my spirits for a little while.

The next hurdle I encountered in my PMS 2006 was with David (the new man). In the handbook I received when I was a young homosexual, it didn’t state that you would have crazy fights about nothing with boyfriends after dance parties.

Over nothing at all, a small disagreement soon escalated into full-on war. Screaming, tears, slamming of telephones and doors -“ oh, the production would have put to shame any show seen at the party.

Although I didn’t feel a hundred percent, I do know how to put on a performance and, let me tell you, it was a doozy. This one lasted all night and after a quick kiss everything was all made up and forgiven.

By the time I started to feel semi-normal, it was rapidly approaching the end of the week. So, are there any tips for making it all go a little bit easier?

To be honest, it’s got me buggered. Good food, lots of water, rest and friends would be my only suggestion. One rule that I live by though is: no major decisions should be made after big parties. Wait till you are a little more level-headed.

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