Funny story. I never get any sides except tracers. No mood swings, no acne, nothing.
While recovering from my last cycle, I argued with a friend that all those sides imaginary. That very night, I was watching a rerun of West Wing, the episode where Josh gets shot, and I burst into tears. Seconds later, I started laughing at how ludicrous I was being. Hell, the last time I had cried was when my dog died. Fortunately, I was alone or it would have been really embarrassing.