Quarantine Diaries Spain IV - Longest month of our lives

Week IV - From March 30

We live the longest Sunday of our lives with no news from the hospital, my mother and I don’t know what to do. The only consolation we have is that if they have not called the worst has not happened, we are in that state until Monday 30 March, at 18 hours the phone rings, this time I answer me, a doctor speaks to me, I am so nervous that I can hardly answer "yes" when the doctor shows up. At that time the doctor informed us that my father had been admitted with pneumonia and that he has all the symptoms of suffering from Covid-19.

The doctor explains in a soothing and reassuring tone that he is fully sedated, that he is connecting to a respirator and that a tube has been put into his mouth so that oxygen can reach his lungs better. Some lungs, which the biggest worry there is is that they get a lot of fluid and that liquid doesn’t come out of there. The situation is critical and we are told that we will be informed of the situation on a daily basis if there is no sudden change in the situation.

Since the early morning call from Saturday to Sunday, my mother and I can no longer go to sleep in peace, we are afraid that the phone will ring at any time, when the virus will affect my father’s organism as much as possible. They are days of tension and nerves, I martyred myself at all times feeling guilty, thinking if I had not come back from Norway none of this would have happened, my mother does not want to blame anyone because she considers that she could have also transmitted it.

Days before my mother’s full recovery, my father wanted to sleep in the same room. She was suffering from severe back pain and sleeping so many days on the sofa she was being billed to her body, maybe that was the time, maybe it was when I came back from the supermarket and I did not disinfect perfectly the whole body and buy it.

Many may be the reasons, but we will never get to know, they call again this time my mother answers, she is very nervous and after the call asks me to answer every time they call because she is paralyzed and cannot remember everything they say. In the call they warn that my father keeps getting worse, and that the oxygen has it at maximum levels, as well as respiratory help, if it were not for artificial aids we would not continue fighting.