Quarantine Diary: What day is it?

I have lost tract of the days. I guess I was not successful in writing a bit each day of quarantine. I haven’t been well enough to do so. I’ll force myself to write this post now.

Our view for all of this time…a dried up old Christmas tree…

I think today is “Day 8.” However, as I explained on “Day 1,” it is really further along in the quarantine, but I started posting blog posts after the fact. Now, if that is not totally confusing! 😉 I write this post today with a very bad head ache. I’ve already taken a lot of pain medication and I am praying for some relief from the unrelenting head aches.

I’ll try to catch you up a bit. C*v*d is a terrible illness. I hope you don’t get it. It varies with each person. Some folks get mild versions, while others suffer terribly and end up in the hospital, or even succumb to death. Each and every day and night I pray for those who are going to die (by whatever reason) that they will turn to God before taking their last breath so that they can make it to Heaven and not Hell. We must pray for the dying.

My husband and I are very fortunate thus far, that we are dealing with this awful illness at home alone back in the woods of rural Connecticut. So far, we have stayed out of the hospital and we are not “spring chickens!” We have each had a couple of virtual doctor’s appointments so far. That is after our in person visits to do the 3 tests–2 for C*v*d and 1 for the flu. Our C*v*d was positive.

Much effort to peel this little orange, but we are working hard at nourishing ourselves…

It’s a mystery with regard to how we contracted this debilitating illness. I stay home and work here and my husband works alone at his little shop. I have a feeling that my husband picked it up at the grocery store, possibly from a grocery cart handle or from someone there who was sick. We will never know.

It is a very real illness, despite what some choose to believe, perhaps due to what some consider “hype” or political agenda. It is real and it is debilitating. I hope and pray that you don’t get it. Or, that if you do, that it will be mild, please God. Our cases are not mild. However, we are extremely thankful that our severe chills and high fevers seem to be gone now, as well as the horrible sore throats. We hope that they don’t come back. This illness is unpredictable. We are still dealing with many other symptoms; including the awful cough, congestion, severe head ache, random sharp pains, deep bone and muscle pain, exhaustion and weakness.

Each and every day, several times a day, I earnestly cry out to God as Our Lady of Fatima has taught us to pray while we offer our suffering:

“It is for the love of You, the conversion of sinners, and for the reparation of the sins committed against the Immaculate Heart of Mary.”

We will get through this with God’s merciful grace. I want to thank you with all my heart for your prayers for us and for all those who are suffering. I am praying for you too!

Quarantine Diary: Day 4

What happened to “Day 3”? Well, I didn’t get a chance to write anything. I was too busy trying to survive the C*v*d day while taking care of my husband also sick with C*v*d.

Here is “Day 1” which gives a background. “Day 2” which is pretty much a dud. 🙂

I’m not sure what “Day 4” will turn out to be. But, I’m here at the keys for a few minutes…blanket on my lap, and excruciating head ache and all…

When I had the inspiration one feverish night to do this “Quarantine Diary,” I thought I might have something to say each day–but, then again, maybe not.

I’ll share something funny though. A dear priest friend has been praying for us and checks on us each day. One afternoon, as my husband and I were pushing forward, praying the Rosary together, I offered up a particular decade for our priest friend, asking Our Lord and Our Lady to reward him for his generous prayers. No sooner than I uttered those words, Father’s text came in.

“Do you have enough Chocolate ?!!!”

I chuckled out loud and continued on with our Rosary before texting him back to tell him that his cute message sure brought a smile.

I followed that up with, “Yes, we love chocolate, but this stupid illness makes it so you don’t really enjoy too many things. You feel too sickly … thanks for the good laugh! Thanks so much for your prayers. May God reward you!”

Well, I had better get my eyes off this computer screen. Please be assured of my prayers for you…Stay well! May God reward you for caring and for praying for us…

Continuing to offer it all up…

“O  Jesus, it is for love of You, for the conversion of sinners, and in reparation for the sins committed against the Immaculate Heart of Mary” (Fatima visionaries)

Quarantine Diary: Day 2

Still here. Still sick. A bit worse today, but determined with God’s grace to get better. I’ll try to be back with something more substantial, Lord willing. 🙂

You know you’re a bit stir crazy or delirious when you make “faces’ out of your vitamins. 🙂

Quarantine Diary: Day 1

I am in quarantine at home with my husband. We are both very sick with C*v*d. I am not even going to spell out the name of the illness because I have noticed that when that word is mentioned on social media, the “powers that be” automatically insert links to various information (propaganda??) about it. They do the same for political posts.

That aside, as I lay feverish in bed last night, I thought I would attempt to write a short blog post each day of my quarantine during this awful illness. I have no idea what I will write about, or if I’ll have the strength to do so. However, I shall try. Perhaps, just a few words or brief reflection each day.

We shall see how it goes.

Well, first off, today is not technically “day one” of my quarantine. But, I guess it’s “official” now. My husband and I have been quarantined since the afternoon of New Year’s Day/Solemnity of the Great Mother of God. That is when the terrible onset of my husband’s illness came on with great gusto.

Chills, high fever, cough and congestion descended upon him without mercy. I took care of him and we hoped and prayed for the best. We didn’t know if it was a virus, flu, or the dreaded C*v*d. The illness progressed with great vigor while we tried to steady the ship in that stormy sea of fever and pain.

I think I should insert a link here to my latest newsletter that explains what led up to now. You can read the brief newsletter here and then continue with this blog post.

Two nights after my husband’s onset of illness, I succumbed to the same illness. The terrible unnerving chills, high fever and deep bone pain assaulted me. After getting my husband settled for the night and getting into bed with a raging fever (even with 3 Advil under my belt,) I hung tightly to my rosary beads and pleaded with Our Lord and Our Lady to get me through the night, and if it is God’s holy will, to enter the new day with a renewed strength in which to to take care of my husband. 

Thanks be to God, my fever was down in the morning. The symptoms progressed, but I was able to care for my husband who was pretty bad off with coughing and congestion. I put another call in to the doctor’s office to get set up tests for the dreaded C*v*d.

We had a virtual appointments with the doctor and my husband and I were scheduled for the testing the following day.

I’ll stop there for now, because I want to share a wee bit from last night before my weakness and pain causes me to log off my computer…plus, I do need to muster my strength to make my way to the kitchen to figure out something for us to eat…

I’m back to this blog post now. Turns out that I had to take time away from this writing due to exhaustion and various C*v*d symptoms.

So…back to last night…

When fever and pain awakened me around 3:00 AM, I took my temperature and learned that the fever was back and after taking some more Advil, I opened my night stand drawer to bring out my mother’s Bible that I had kept in there for safe keeping. I hadn’t cracked it open in quite some time. It was the perfect time to do so. I propped up my pillows and began reading from the Psalms which I had flipped opened to.

I read a few pages and ended on:

Take courage and be stouthearted, all you who hope in the Lord” (Psalm 31:25).

I placed my mother’s Bible back into the drawer of my nightstand. I blessed myself with Holy Water and laid back down and prayed that I could get some more sleep.