Dr. Maung Maung Nyo - Mental and physical pain

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• Maung Maung Nyo....
• Don't be surprised to receive a letter from me. I'm also busy preparing for the Independence Day, so I didn't call you. If you don't feel like it, I'll write you a letter now.
• Because a friend of mine wants his nephew to consult with you. That's why I'm writing to you after hearing your concerns. So if you can help, please help.
• Her nephew is actually quite old. He is over 20 years old. His parents passed away when he was 12 years old, so his aunt has been taking care of him. Even at this age, the smell of manure hasn't gone away, so there's nothing she can do about it. Since the smell hasn't gone away, her nephew can't go to school properly, can't read properly, and has failed exams, and now he has to go to night school. That's not right either. If this continues, she'll probably continue to suffer.
• My friend said that his nephew bathes regularly and is clean, but when he goes to see him, people frown. No matter what movies he watches, the people sitting next to him say that he stinks, and now he doesn't dare to go anywhere. Even when doctors take him to the hospital, they don't dare to do anything, even if they test his stool, urine, or give him medicine. He doesn't cure his disease, so he wants to consult you. If you tell them what they think should be done, they will do anything. My friend said that if you don't help, his nephew will go crazy, and I feel sorry for him, so I wrote to you.
• I have included their address and telephone number. If you can help, you can call me. If you can't, you can call them. They are waiting for your call. I can't stay at home right now. I'm busy with the Independence Day celebrations.

My aunt May Khin

• My aunt rarely writes to me. If she has something to say, she calls me on the phone and tells me in detail at her house. One day, I received a letter from her. She had never been to Mingalardon from Yangon before, so I immediately opened it and read it. The letter was as follows.
• As soon as I finished reading, I tried to call my aunt. No. The phone rang, but no one picked up.
• “I think Auntie is not at home,” I said, and I had to dial the phone number she gave me. By chance, I spoke to Auntie’s friend, Daw May Si. That’s how I made an appointment to see her nephew Tin Win Maung.
• On the appointed day, both Daw May Si and her cousin Tin Win Maung came to my office. Daw May Si was a plump, well-built man, about 50 years old, with gold-rimmed glasses and a straight figure, while Tin Win Maung was tall and thin. He was pale, his face was wrinkled, his hands were folded in a pink long-sleeved shirt, but his hands were not buttoned. His hair was cut short like other young men these days. He smelled of perfume all over his body. But when I looked at him, I could see that he was not satisfied. His nose was wrinkled, his eyes were squinting. But they were not bright. His skin was dark but moist. But he was licking his lips. He was leaning back in his chair, not sitting comfortably on the edge of the chair, rubbing his hands alternately.
• His aunt was sitting comfortably on a chair, her black handbag in front of her...
• "I'm sorry to bother you when you're busy. Your aunt doesn't have to bother you. I'll come as soon as I'm like my nephew or son," he said, smiling and politely greeting you. I replied, "Yes, Auntie, there's nothing wrong with that. What you said is true. Your friends are like aunts and uncles to me."
• "Ko Tin Win Maung treats me like a brother. There's nothing to be ashamed of, right?" he said, trying to avoid offending his nephew Tin Win Maung.
• “In the letter, I wrote as much about Ko Tin Win Maung as I should have. I left out the story of Ko Tin Win Maung, or if there are things that you and I shouldn’t know, please tell me privately,” he continued.
• Tin Win Maung didn't say anything. He just lowered his head and rubbed his hands. After a while, his aunt...
• "Sir... he looks like me, but he's my son. The only thing he's ashamed of is his smell," she said.
• Then Tin Win Maung nodded and said slowly, "Yes, sir, if that smell counts."
• "Nobody says that, sir. But everyone I meet changes their expression when they see me, their noses drop. They look like they do when they're being teased."
• "Now come here. I can't smell anything from you except perfume. When the students pass by, how are they?"
• "The students are acting like nothing, sir. They're just doing surgery. They don't smell like anything. But I'm like I stink." B "Why?"
• "I don't know why, sir. That's what I think in my heart. And people seem to be saying that too."
• "Oh, no, let's go. What else is going on? What are the nightstands?"
• I'm still in bed, I have to ask. That's right. Some people with neurological disorders are still in bed, no matter how old they are. I couldn't help it. When I asked, he shook his head. His aunt was smiling.