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My Sons Say I Have Gone Quiet
I am fifty-eight, and I farmed land outside Bogura all my working life until I retired last year. Since then something in me has gone flat. I sit on the veranda for hours and say very little. The tea stall at the bazaar, where I spent every evening for thirty years, has not seen me in weeks.
Food does not interest me the way it did. I eat because my wife sets the plate in front of me. My sleep comes in short pieces and leaves early. My sons watch me with worried faces. My eldest finally said this cannot be only age, and that a doctor should hear about it.
The doctor he meant was a psychiatrist, one who treats troubles of the mind. The word sat strangely with me at first, I will not pretend otherwise. But I let him look. He opened DoctorBD24's Bogura doctor listings on his phone, showed me the names written there, and we fixed a morning to go together.
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My Sons Say I Have Gone Quiet
He Asked What My Days Look Like Now
He began with my days, not my silence. What did a working day look like when I farmed? What does a day look like now? He asked when the quietness started, how I sleep, what I eat, and about past illnesses. My eldest son sat beside me and added the parts I had forgotten.
My Sons Waited Outside, by My Word
The doctor asked whether my sons should stay in the room. That choice was left to me. I asked them to wait outside, and they joined near the end, with my permission. He then told them, in front of me, what changes at home they should watch for.
He Asked What Old Reports We Still Had
He asked what reports from my earlier illnesses were still kept at home. Some of this heaviness can sit in the body as much as in the mind, he said. If the signs point that way, a different doctor should check that side first. He would not hide that from me, he said.
The Dose Is His Decision, Not Mine
The medicine he gave me is to be taken just as he wrote it. I am not to drop it suddenly just because a morning feels lighter. If it troubles me, I will say so at the next visit, and he will decide what to change. That part is his work, not mine.
Surgeons Are Listed in a Different Place
The site my son searched keeps its doctors sorted by the work they do. Operations and troubles of the body sit in another list, the general surgeons listed for Bogura. A quiet mind is not their line of work, so we stayed with the doctor we had chosen.
Is this quietness simply what old age does to a man?
He said age alone does not explain all of it. That is why he wanted the full story and my old reports first.
Why did he ask about my farming days?
He wanted to know what I was like when I was well. The man at the tea stall every evening is his measure of how far I have drifted.
What happens when I go back for the next visit?
He will ask how the days and nights have gone since. He will set the next gap after that, depending on what he hears.
Some weeks I feel no different. Has it failed?
He warned me about that at the start. Change in these matters comes slowly, and flat weeks do not mean nothing is moving underneath.
He spoke of sittings where we only talk. What happens there?
We talk about the days I have had, what I avoid, and what I still enjoy a little. He listens more than he speaks, most sittings.
What if I ever have thoughts of harming myself?
I am to tell someone in the house at once and reach a hospital before the day ends. Not the next visit, not next week. The same goes if eating and washing become more than I can manage. Nights without sleep, my mind racing, call for the same day too. My sons know this, because he told them with me sitting there.
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