Too Alone for Too Long

This is a fictional story.

18 year-old Bernice, awoke restless and fought her sluggish mind to push through a thick mental fog consisting of dream fragments and confusion to recall where and even who she was. The familiar shadows of her still dim room finally materialized and the pain in her head and chest resurfaced to remind her of her illness. Feeling only barely conscience she wondered, Uh, how long have I been asleep this time? Feels like months.

She glanced at her window and noted, that’s why it’s so dark. Mom must have closed my drapes. She kept still and listened carefully to the house outside her room; no radio. No banging around the kitchen. No shower or laundry running. I might be alone again.

As she awoke more, she realized how wet her pillow and sheets were with sweat. She rolled over to look at her clock and was surprised to see it was already 10:30 in the morning.  Fourteen hours!? How could I sleep so long and still feel so crappy?  Damn disease!

She laid back to relax and wake up slowly. If I get up now, I’ll have to pull off and wash all the sheets –again. To postpone getting up, she reached over to grab the forehead thermometer and the fingertip oximeter. Ah, my temp is below a hundred finally — my fever must have broken. Oxygen is up to 88%. Doc Stewart would be pleased. I’m getting better. But her lungs still ached like she was running a marathon, congested and exhausted like an overworked muscle that could not stop to rest, so she took a quick dose of her albuterol inhaler to help. She could already feel the makings of a cough somewhere down her throat and thought about grabbing some water or a dose of cough syrup.

She reached over to grab her mobile phone. What day is it?  Thursday, so Mom will be at work already. She sat up just enough to see the door to her room where he mom always left a sticky note. She laid back down, glad it was there but knowing full well what it said.

“Good morning. I hope you’re feeling better. Breakfast and coffee are on the counter so you can easily microwave them without having to touch much.  Try to eat something. Text me your temp and O2 when you wake up so I know you’re okay. Call or text if you need anything. I could easily come home for lunch.  Love you. Mom.”

Bernice didn’t want to get up. She also didn’t want the memories of the past 2 months to return and haunt her, but she was getting fidgety being in bed after sleeping for so long. She was also so bored with being alone in her room that she struggled to find a reason to move at all. 

She planned out her next moves; bathroom, shower, strip the bed sheets, washing machine, open the windows to let in some fresh air, both for the room and her bed to air out.  I’ll never make it through the whole list, she thought. She knew her congested lungs wouldn’t let her and she’d be exhausted before even finishing her shower.  As she peeled off her night shirt and dumped it in the hamper, she looked up at the full mirror on her closet door. I look emaciated. Do I even want to check my weight today?  She recalled just a few months ago when she was pleased with her looks, not gorgeous but attractively plump. Now, her sweat-matted hair and saggy everything was scary.  Who are you? She thought. I’ve lost so much weight that I really do need to eat something today.  The fact that I can’t taste or smell anything and don’t feel like eating no longer matters. What I see in the mirror matters.  She turned to see her reflected profile. Ugh. I wonder if I still have any bras from last year.

The shower felt wonderful, but her body temperature was ridiculously fragile, too cold one moment then too hot, forcing her to adjust the water temperature back and forth, but the water, soap and shampoo worked its magic and being clean felt therapeutic.  By the time she had finished showering, wrapped herself in towels and settled into her wicker chair to rest, she felt almost human again, tired, but definitely more human than yesterday about this time. She leaned back and closed her eyes to rest, but the silence of the house was chilling

The dread of the coming day, another day alone, was corroding her thoughts and mood. If I weren’t so damned tired, I could at least do chores.  This must be what it must feel like to be eighty-three like great-grandma who can’t focus and everything hurts too much to move.

Determined to push back, she thought, I am not going to sit here and suffer all day. So she got up, dried her hair and pulled out her oldest and most comfortable pajama pants. She was tempted to forget her bra but hated flopping around so dug to the back of the drawer where she found two old sports bras and wondered if she wore both, would one fill up the other? It worked and somehow made her feel more civilized. She did not like baggy shirts, but her choices were limited after losing so much weight and she had just gotten rid of several shirts that she’d outgrown. She finally chose the least baggy v-neck cotton shirt she could find and then had to sit back down again to slowly catch her breath.  I should take my O2 number again, now that I’ve showered and dressed. It’s always a bit better after I get moving.

To put off eating, she stripped the bed but could not see dealing with the washing machine yet, so she grabbed mom’s note and slowly wandered out to the kitchen where she found her favorite mug full of room temperature, but fresh coffee and a cold plate of scrambled eggs with diced veggies and two links of sausage. Grabbing the coffee, she thought, Hello old friend. I wish I could taste you but let’s do this. She grabbed an alcohol-soaked hand wipe and was careful to not touch anything she didn’t need to and what she did touch, she wiped down both before and after she touched it.

When the timer chimed its completion, she pulled out her coffee and put the eggs and sausage in.

A half hour later, she’d finished the tasteless but hot breakfast and could feel her body responding to the caffeine, lifting her mind to the nest stage of primate evolution and unwinding some of her nagging headache, but those two scrambled eggs and sausage links defeated her shrunken stomach. If I cram down any more of this it will only come right back up. Maybe I’ll finish them for lunch.

She texted her mom the requested proof of life information and told her she had finished most of her breakfast. Then she considered another cup of coffee which, sounds good, unless I have to swallow it.

A text quickly came back; “Wonderful – should help and I’m so glad you’re feeling better. Do you need or want anything?  We have a crisis here, but I can break away if you need me.”

“I’m fine. Just bored. Stay and save the company again.”

“Love you – ping me for any reason.”

“Love U2.”

Knowing her mom would fuss with mask and gloves to do her laundry later, Bernice pushed herself to get her bed linens into the washing machine. This finished everything she felt she could do given her quarantine and limited stamina. It was almost two o’clock and she still felt old and sick and lonely.

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Just like yesterday, she considered her options. TV; too boring. Radio; too depressing. Music; with this headache? Nope. Reading; might work for a while, but focus is still hard and adds to my headache. What’s the weather today? Ah, warm and sunny. Maybe I can stretch out the backyard chaise lounge in the sun. Quietly watching the trees and sky would be nice but maybe I could nap there.

She sighed. There was just no help for it. She knew what she wanted badly was to see her friends, enjoy their hugs, the scent of their perfumes and shampoos, joining in with their playful gossip about boys and who likes who, who tried what to get who’s attention, who failed and who succeeded; all the stuff that used to stress her patience with their silliness but now sounded wonderful – and beyond reach.

I used to dream of screaming at them to just stop and grow up – but now I’d pay for just a few minutes of being with them and catching up on everything. She dropped her head and thought, I want my life back.

She immediately knew that recognizing this was a mistake as her full frustration with this quarantine flooded back into her mind. The isolation, the lack of human voices and their laughter, their arms around her – all together, starving her of the physical friendship she loved. Until getting sick, she did not realize how vital their touch, their smiles and even their stupid gossip had become.

To distract herself before sinking any deeper, she got up; to do, what? Walk the halls, without touching anything, no, I’d have to put a mask on even for that. I can’t pace in my room anymore, so it has to be outside. She moved to the living room to look out on the backyard. It was a sunny afternoon so the lawn chair look attractive and she decided to try it when her phone chirped a new message arriving.

She pulled it up and had a mixed reaction. A few of her friends were offering a zoom meeting to check up on her. This is a good thing, she thought, but it’s just not the same. Zoom meetings are like giving a starving person a tall glass of water. It just can’t meet the need.

But she agreed and opened her computer at her bedroom desk and joined the meeting. Sisters Becky and Carol, Yasmin (the Spanish exchange student) and Kari (arguably the shortest girl in their class) even Matt the group nerd and Swen who would someday inherit his father’s clothing store, were all on the call. The conversation was lively but she could sense how careful they were being with her,  trying hard to cheer her up without reminding her that she’s cut off from everything.  They were kind and offered her anything she needed or wanted – but no one could give her what she most wanted – the actual touch of another person. Damn this disease, she thought. Damn it!

Bernice struggled to keep her expression positive, despite knowing that they must see how much weight she’d lost and now she was mere prison camp version of the girl she’d been only a month ago. They did not need to see how lonely she was when there was nothing they could do to help. Cynthia had told her years ago, “Bernice, your problem is that you’re too proud to cry sometimes.” She recalled this now as she could feel the tears building.

Before her attitude completely failed to the darkness growing inside of her, she excused herself from the meeting saying that she was tired after trying to do some chores this morning and needed to lay down.  Everyone understood and she told them that she was going to take that nap out in the backyard since the day was so nice.  Surely, if she was healthy enough to do that, she’d be okay and they wouldn’t worry.

“Thanks for the call guys. I miss you all so much. Let’s talk again soon.”

And just like that, she was fully alone again.

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She was just settling into the backyard chaise lounge, laid back and as comfortable as she could get with her water bottle on the nearby table, the neighborhood family of hawks calling and almost no wind to disturb her thoughts. She hoped that focusing on being thankful for her friends would help push back on the darkness of not being able to be with them, touch, smell or laugh with them in person, but her mind so easily toggled back and fretting over how shockingly vulnerable this was leaving her and how it was turning almost into a full blown irrational panic. God! I hate this!

She pinched her eyes shut, hoping that this wave of angst would pass quickly. She swallowed her desire to scream and tensed up against its press to be let go when she heard a voice.

“Bernice.  Are you awake?”

It was so unexpected, so impossible that it startled her and she opened her eyes with a jerk to find Matt standing near her chair. “Matt!?  How — what are you doing here?” She quickly tried to answer her own question. Matt lived only a block away, he’s been here for parties and knows his way to the gate which is never locked. I’d just told him, with everyone else that this is where I was going so, he what? He just walked over and in . . .?

Being so short of breath, she felt a fit of coughing coming and reached for her water bottle.

“I’m sorry. Can I get you . . .”

She waved him off. Took a sip of her water which helped and sat up. “Matt.” She took another sip and put the bottle back on the table. “You can’t be here. I’m sick and in quarantine, and . . .”

With that, Matt stepped to her and took her hand firmly. “I know all that. I also know a couple of other things like what you didn’t tell us on the call.”


“You miss being able to touch the people in your life. You need a hug in the worse way.”

“Sure, but . . .”

“No buts. I’m here to give you one; a real, big, extended hug,” and he pulled her awkwardly to her feet, reaching when he could for her other hand.

“No – no – no.  I can’t – we shouldn’t. I might still be contagious.”

“No. We all know the dates when you were diagnosed and I’ve counted out the days they tell us we remain contagious after symptoms start and you are past that date, so you are unlikely to be contagious, as unlikely as I am.”

“What? Why would you be contagious?”

“I was diagnosed with covid just two days before you and this is my first day out of quarantine.  I also think we are the most unlikely couple of people to give this to each other.”

“Matt. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know this.”

“That’s my fault. I didn’t tell many people and by the time I told our group, you were very sick and we worried that you might have to be hospitalized, but you rallied and stayed out.  My symptoms were no fun, but not nearly as bad as yours were.”

“And how can you say that we’re the most unlikely couple to give it to each other?”

“Because after getting it myself, I studied up after recovering from it. You told us you were vaccinated and so was I.”

“Yea. I was pretty bummed about that. I shouldn’t have gotten it at all.”

“Well be glad you did because the vaccination likely reduced our symptoms, but to your question, did you know that once you’ve recovered from covid, you have antibodies in your blood that recognize the virus and fight it if it is found in your blood stream again? Or that you have helper T-cells that help recognize the virus and killer T-cells to kill the virus and B-cells to make new antibodies against it. This is how immunity works.

“The vaccine and having the actual disease both build up our immune systems, but in slightly different ways so you are I are double immunized, making it much less likely that we’ll catch it again.

“Covid is still new so researchers don’t know how long this extra immunity lasts, but it’s at least a few months. So both have extra high immunity from re-catching it again right now during the early months of our recovery. I found an estimate that of all the people who have covid right now, only around 1% are re-infections. The data is not good enough to be dead-on accurate, but it’s close to correct. So, I’m not just messing with you or taking stupid risks. I’m just following the science.

“Now, can I give you that hug?”

 “My head hurts and you want me to process all this?”  she answered, but she’d known Matt since third grade so she knew him well enough to trusted his conclusions — enough to relax and answer, “You know Matt, you really are a nerd.”

“And I look forward to ruling the world someday, yes, but for now . . .” he gently spread his arms and drew her in then let her hands drop to find their own way while he wrapped his arms snugly around her in a hug that melted both her and the lonely darkness deep within her.

As her fear unwound, he continued, “Your symptoms were more severe than mine were, so I never felt as bad as you do, but if you look closely, I lost some weight too.”

She pushed him back enough to look and he did look thinner. “What? How could I have missed this?”

“I think Zoom hides as much as it reveals. You’re the first person to see me after my own quarantine.”

“Well, you still look healthier than me, and speaking of that, I really need to sit down. I have almost no stamina. Can you sit with me?”

He smiled, held her arm and scooted around to sit on the chaise lounge where she had been sitting and invited her to sit between his legs, her back to his chest. She curled into his waiting arms and was suddenly more at peace than she’d been for weeks.

“So can you tell me how ‘Helper’ T-cells and ‘Killer’ T-cells work?”

“Sure, but do you really want me to go full-nerd on you?”

She quietly answered, “Unless you have some lame gossip to share, absolutely,”  then with her voice notably dropping she continued. “I’ll be both happier than I’ve been for weeks and asleep within moments.”

Matt laughed. “And you’re comfortable?”

She finished snuggling into his embrace, locked her arms around his and closed her eyes. “Yes. I’m not alone and best of all, I’m with you. You – can (yawn) start now.”

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I know this fictional story posits an interesting and maybe even controversial feature of how two people catching and recovering from covid-19 about the same time might wisely react. At the time of this writing, hard and final conclusions are simply not available about the attributes of covid immunity from different means; natural, antibodies from catching the virus or antibodies from being vaccinated. However, what is clear is that each raises slightly different shields against the virus and thus ADD protection if one is fortunate enough to both be vaccinated AND recover from catching it. It’s like making our immune system even more prepared than just being vaccinated or just catching and recovering from it.

In chatting with my own doctor about my experience catching and dealing with covid, I was assured that despite my age and my having a couple of medical complications that should have left me in pretty bad shape with the disease, I ‘enjoyed’ (he said with sarcasm dripping from his beard) a very mild case of covid most likely thanks to having been vaccinated well before catching it.

So, study up and make your own informed decision about being vaccinated, but I recommend it. That bug could have taken me out like it has to many others, but instead I can tell you how thankful I am for all the work that went into creating the vaccine in time for me to get it before covid got me.

Finally, like me, perhaps you know of people who are suffering in quarantine because they are more dependent than maybe they even knew on being with people. There is no medical device available for testing someone’s degree of loneliness or how badly someone is suffering from it. If you know someone who is locked away from others, what would it cost you to reach out to them by some means to let them know you miss them?  How hard would it be to encourage them in their efforts to put covid, or any other disease behind them so they can rejoin you in a normal community of life?

How bad would you feel if we lost that person because they were so broken by loneliness that they lost their battle. Would you be asking yourself if you did enough to help them.?

Thanks for giving this story a read.

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Here’s some of the references I used as the basis of this fictional story.

Coronavirus Reinfection: What We Know About Immunity ...  C|Net: Sept. 24, 2021

How Long Does Immunity Last After Covid-19: What We Know  Healthline: Feb 24, 2021

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28 thoughts on “Too Alone for Too Long

  1. I really enjoyed this story, Gary. It was harsh with the realities of Covid yet it was tender and loving as well. It was centered on a person’s inward feelings about their own suffering and not seeing the suffering around them, yet it also revealed what a person with similar struggles went through and how he reached out to another knowing what they needed – the hug, a taste of back-to-normal, understanding. What a great story! I want to know more about these two charaters!

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    1. Hi Deb. I have missed you so it was a treat to have you check in with this story. You pretty much nailed everything I tried to include and thus gave me some hope that I got this one right. You are ALWAYS welcome here.
      Thanks so much for giving it a read.


  2. Although you said this was a fictional story Gary, I soon realised that some of the thoughts would be yours as you recover from your own bout of Covid. It was a great story, believable and topical. I’m glad they were able to enjoy a hug and being together, it is one of the hardest things apparently, the aloneness and we are all suffering from not being able to get closer to family and friends. We’re fully vaccinated down here and all of our friends and family have been vaccinated which I’m very happy about. Thanks for a great story and I do hope you’re feeling more like yourself very soon. #weekendcoffeeshare

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    1. Hi Debbie. Actually, due in part to my basic hermit personality and the fact that my covid case was so mild and my family being so understanding and protective of me, I had very few of my characters thoughts and most reflected what a friend told me about his daughter and what she went through with their lock down. I tried to imagine what this would have felt like when I was depending so much on my high school friends and thus Bernice came to life.
      Thanks so much for giving this story a read and for your feedback.
      This is really valuable to me.

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  3. Loved this bit from a visual perspective in my head. ‘too cold one moment then too hot, forcing her to adjust the water temperature back and forth’. Sure we’ve all had those experiences.

    I think there is a tender side to this and nice to see it providing you with inspiration.

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  4. Good job of character development of a teenager with COVID. It would be weird to not be able to taste anything and scary if you know the symptoms of COVID. I could see how that would affect your appetite. I’m glad you are recovering and were vaccinated.

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    1. Hi Deb. Thanks for your feedback. I always – ALWAYS fret over character development because when I started writing, I was so bad at it. So your feedback on this piece was especially encouraging. Thanks for giving it a read and for your kind words of support.

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  5. Hi Gary, I enjoyed your fictional story and I thought it was very well written. I’m so sorry you caught Covid but am glad you had a mild case and did not get too sick. So thankful for the vaccines! Thank you for sharing! 🥰🙏

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  6. Hi Gary,
    I enjoyed your story, but also felt it could be tightened up a bit, especially the first half. As it reached the second half, it seemed to gain momentum.
    I wasn’t too sure about her focusing so much on whether her bra fit. I’ve really loved wearing my pyjamas during lockdown. I splurged on a really ultra soft pair with clouds on them and they actually wore out pretty quick.I was living in them. For me there’s been that thing of I should get dressed but I’m so comfortable. We’ve been doing online church with zoom afterwards and they asked what people were looking forward to when we come out of lockdown. There were hugs, and the physicality of seeing someone in person, but also the incidental bumping into banter you have in person.
    I submitted a story recently for a competition and spent the best part of a month working on it. I showed my dad and two friends. The day before it was due, I took it back to my friend Roland who is a retired economist and big picture guy (I’m more detail). He loved the first page but two much detail and the last two so I pulled the whole thing apart and it was like an autopsy and I just hoping I’d get it all back together again. With about 2 hours til deadline, I felt an almighty surge like I was coming down the straight and when my dad read the final product, he said it galloped along.
    So, I think if you really work on this story, you could really ramp it up.
    BTW I’m so sorry you caught covid. You’re the first person I know who has had covid. It’s concerning that you caught it and had a bad enough time of it even though you were vaccinated. This is my concern. My lungs aren’t flash to begin with and I don’t really have much to lose in terms of quality of life. It really makes me very risk averse. However, being locked away forever isn’t the answer either. The only real immediate concern I have is going back to physical church. There was talk of implementing a vaccine passport where only vaccinated people can attend Church. Well, it’s the first time in my lifetime I’m sure that all the Christian denominations joined up in force. Anyway, they were all up in arms about shutting the unvaccinated out of church, but there wasn’t a peep about the need to protect vulnerable people. This whole situation has been going round and round my head as though I can have some imput into what happens aside from walking away. I actually started going to a different church online because our local church was too slapdash about adhering to restrictions and I didn’t feel safe. I fainted from stress one Sunday. It was just way too stressful. I think I’d feel okay going to this other church in Sydney but there’s more covid down there. It’s making me feel like healthy people are so smug and privileged. As you can see it’s been rather tough, and I’m focusing on my research to get me through. Distraction is a good thing.
    By the way, I’ve been tuning into Church By the Bridge at Kirribilli right next to the Sydney Harbour Bridge. THey’re just had what I feel is a brilliant series n what it means to be human through the lens of scripture. I don’t know how it sits with your personal theology but I feel it’s something everyone should listen to as these are very difficult topics:
    Best wishes,


    1. Hi Rowena – wow – I can always count on a full mental meal with you but you really filled my cup this morning. I’m just starting my work day but now want to go back and compare my story to your feedback and apply the polish. But you also gave me so much more to think about that I might put my job at risk if I even started on this great note. You were just bursting with great thoughts today. I’ll be back after meeting some of my managers expectations. I decided not to approve this to attach to the story as you have gave me some personal nuggets that I don’t want to presume you want made publlc. If fact, I think I’m going to email your full comment above to myself so I can react and think it through with my email client app. WordPress is not up to this task.
      If you like email for more detailed conversations with folks so far removed from your timezone, I’d love to join one with you. You raise so many questions and such things should not be wasted.

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    2. I did a quick look around your blog site and did not see an email address. If you’d care to engage via email, I’d welcome hearing from you pretty much by any means.
      But the fastest way to my attention is via: .
      Geoff will almost certainly recognize my company name.


    3. Hi Rowena. I often find myself going back to tighten up my stories and I agree with you on this one. It just feels like things don’t really hold together as tight as I would like. I also think I need to adjust the logic of the male friend so it becomes better if used as advice. I’ve learned a it more and could make this better guidance – but I really did want that character to be stepping out some and taking a bit of risk to comfort his friend. Finally, yes, covid was a speed bump, but for me it was not bad at all. I was mostly tired all of Sept. 2021 and cut off from everyone. I stayed in bed and tried to read – but focusing on anything was tough. Not pleasant, but this did not reach the level of suffering. So I’m counting my blessings instead of my injuries. 🙂 Thanks for being a friend through this.

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      1. I’m glad our friendship helped. I try to be there and care for people but so often feel my efforts are inadequate. I have just redone the Alpha Course. Have you heard of that? If not, I highly recommend it. I did it 20 years ago, and it’s come along in leaps and bounds since then. It’s geared towards new Christians but I learned so much and it will help me lead people to faith better if need be. I might not be quite so keen to fob them off onto someone else.
        Anyway, I’m rather tired so will head off now.
        Best wishes and God bless,

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  7. I’ve thought a lot about how kids and teens are coping with isolation during this pandemic. I’ve always liked my own company, but I would have struggled at that age.

    Thanks for noting your own COVID story and the advantages of vaccination. Glad you recovered!

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      1. I think Covid have been really hard for children and young adults, no matter if they were actually ill, or not. I hope you feel much better by now.

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  8. I enjoyed the story and am sorry you had to go through it yourself. My dad had it and it keeps going through the nursing home despite vaccinations and everyone having already had it. Unfortunately, it is not one and done. They keep getting sick and are almost constantly in quarantine. The variants aren’t helping I am sure.

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