Father of My Son

the somatic symptom disorder

The first morning air in January, began to smell the smells of grass that grew behind the snow. This winter came slower and finished faster. However, the cold temperature was extremely freezing.

Dira uncovers his thick white blanket. He went down with a limp body and walked straight to the bathroom. This was already the sixth time his stomach was nauseous and made him vomit. This time it was much more painful. The waist to the stomach feels cramping and pain.

How limp Dira get to the bathroom alone must hold on to the nightstand and wall. He had to hold tightly to his stomach and slightly massage so that the pain was reduced.

Arriving at the sink, Dira excretes stomach contents through the mouth. It was strange, like eating sugarless gum. "Bia!" call Dira with a hoarse voice without energy. He did not want to trouble his wife. But this time he could not hold everything.

Bia heard Dira's voice. He rubbed his eyes with both hands and opened his eyes wide. The window was still covered in curtains and the sunlight made the window stripes twinkle in the curtain.

Bia rise. He glanced at the side of the bed and found Dira was not there. However, from that position he could see the bathroom door open. Bia got out of bed and walked to the bathroom.

"Dira!" call Bia to see her husband already sitting hugging his knees on the side of the wall of the sink cabinet.

Dira raised his head and looked at Bia with a helpless look. Lekas Bia ran and sat in front of Dira. His hand rubbed Dira's hair. It was obvious that Dira was so pale.

"You sick?" ask Bia. He touched Dira's forehead with his palm. Not hot at all.

"My stomach is sick and nauseous" complained Dira.

Last night he drank wine and ate grilled meat. Maybe because of that. "That's why you're in the middle of the night so don't drink a lot of wine. Come on get up, lay down on the bed first, okay?" advice Bia.

He led Dira to the bed. The man continued to moan in pain when his stomach was like being trampled until it felt pain up to the soles of the feet.

"Sir, Bi. It hurts," he complained again. Funnily enough, arriving at the bed, Dira cried a mouthful. Bia wiped her husband's tears.

"I'll call the doctor first, okay?" tawar Bia's. Dira nodded while still hiccupping.

"Take that off, Bi. I don't like seeing that!" point at Dira while crying at the sleeping lamp by her side.

"Why?" bia asked confusedly.

"Don't like that bulb. Want the box," he asked. Dira to turn his face to the roof so as not to see the lamp. "Send to change the lights above as well. I don't like round lights!" his protest.

Bia to scratch his own head. Though the lamp was there long ago and Dira never protested. "Yes. I'll call the doctor in a minute and get the waiter to change."

Dira nodded. When Bia stood up, he held Bia's arm. "What else is it?" ask Bia.

Bia shaking. "I've been wearing these pajamas from our wedding. All my pajamas are a lot of pink. You don't protest. Why protest now?"

Dira lowered his head then hiccupped again. "You are as fierce as I am. I'm not asking weird, you know. You know I can be hurt," he whined.

Bia was shocked not to play because Dira really cried like Divan when he was upset. Bia hugged her husband. "Yes, I'll change, okay?"

Finally Bia can call the doctor from the phone in the living room of his room. He also asked the waiter to change the lights as well as shower immediately so as not to use pink clothes again.

Dira was still lying on the bed while occasionally groaning in pain. He kept holding his stomach. With her own initiative, Bia took a warm plaster and stuck it in Dira's stomach.

"Have you gone?" ask Bia. Dira nodded because indeed the pain was slightly reduced.

After a long time, the doctor came to check on her. Surprisingly, the doctor was also confused himself. There were no muscles in Dira's stomach, her body heat was normal, her blood pressure was too. The point is, Dira's fine.

"How, doc?" ask Bia.

The doctor nodded while looking down. Seeing the doctor's expression, Dira was shocked herself. "I want to die, Doc?"

"Of course not, sir. It's just that Mr.'s situation is fine. Maybe in order to find the cause, it is better to do lab tests in the hospital," the doctor advised.

Dira looked at Bia who was just as confused. "Maybe for a while I give a prescription vitamin just so as not to limp. It could be because it is too tired to cause symptoms such as false disease," explained the doctor.

"Is it because of stress?" guess Bia.

Doctor nodded. "Have you been feeling depressed lately about something?" ask doctor.

Dira thought hard. It doesn't seem to exist. Cloena's problem is finished, in the factory there are also no difficult problems. The point is he's not stressed. Dira shakes.

"Then, you should do lab tests to make the results of the examination clearer," the doctor advised.

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Almost the sacred leaves are left behind. 😒