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Again…..Started Diagnosis

 

On One Saturday afternoon in the starting weeks of April, I and my father were dining at my aunt’s house and came back after spending some time there.

After a few hours, my father started feeling discomfort. He started feeling Nausea and Vomiting and it was so horrible as it continued to midnight 1:00 AM.

On that day we thought that it might be because of food poisoning and he will be alright within a day or two.

The next morning he went to the office and when he came back, he said he was experiencing the same problem it continued for a week, and every day, I used to take him for a short drive on a bike for relaxation.

So, that he would at least feel comfortable, and if he was having nausea, then we would purchase soda and he would drink that slowly. So, everything that was troubling him inside used to come out and he would feel relaxed. Few days he suffered a lot, and sometimes, he wouldn’t sleep all night because of continuous vomiting.

The worst part was we couldn’t continuously vomit, which would dehydrate us and result in loss of energy. He had suffered from this problem for more than a week. I must admit the fact that my father was afraid of hospitals. So, it took us a week to decide to consult a doctor…….

Doctor said…………………

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