Jacquelynn has a dear friend in Washington. They met when Jacquelynn had traveled there on business, and formed a friendship that had maintained through Christmas cards and emails (mainly on the friend’s part) through nearly a decade.
Recently I located this friend online and reignited their acquaintance. They’ve spoken on the phone a couple of times and I’ve kept the friend informed as to Jacquelynn’s health and condition. She was even kind enough to extend an invitation, should Jacquelynn’s health improve to the point that she’s safe to travel.
That invitation was issued weeks ago, with vague talk of possibly visiting sometime in July. Yesterday, Jacquelynn decided out of the blue that she was going now. My assurances that, once her health had improved enough to travel safely, we would make the arrangements fell on deaf ears. She’s as healthy as ever now, and the only reason people think she’s sick is because I’ve been telling them so.
Which leads us to today; she’s currently furious, stalking about the house, muttering about how evil I am and insisting that she has “One one, one one one monies” to counter my insistence that we can’t afford to travel now.
For the first time in longer than I can recall, last night’s and this morning’s restroom trips were completely without incident. I knew it wouldn’t last, but this new manifestation has some frightening potential; her newfound desperation to escape could spell greatly heightened difficulty at home. She’s already done one thing this morning that hadn’t happened for ages by coming down the stairs all on her own; she’s been too terrified to even get close to the edge without assistance for many months. That, along with her inability to unlock doors, is the only thing that’s allowed me to relax even a little when she was cross about wanting out. I can’t afford to trust those limits now, so a greatly elevated level of awareness will be necessary going forward.
I cannot allow myself to forget that, behind all this, is a genius-level IQ wrapped in an incredibly devious container.
I’m afraid we may be at a new level of peril now.