|Shouldn't she be in bed?|
She prayed a lot, eventually becoming a Dominican tertiary. In time, she experienced visions, ecstasies, and levitation. Local townsfolk were afraid that she was being attacked by the devil, or perhaps was in league with the devil. Naturally, they began to shun the house and mutter to themselves.
A local priest examined her and found no evidence of demonic presence. On the contrary, he confirmed that all her fits were from heaven. Accordingly, her bedroom was considered the abode of a living saint and became a destination for pilgrimage.
Here's hoping the priest was right.