I've Kidnapped Myself - Give Me $100...... or You'll Never See Me Again

That's what Martha's shirt said today as she left the hospital. GUESS WHAT! No One Gave Her the Money! So I guess that means she won't be back! Let's hope not! Miss Martha has been playing possum while in the hospital too! She explained to me that this is her method of making the nurses & techs leave her alone as much as possible. I wish she would have explained that to me sooner! Oh yeah, and now the pointing finger is back - pointing to "Mom do this & mom do that." Martha's BACK!

This girl walked out of her room and kept on going right out to the van carrying her overstuffed backpack that was so full it wouldn't even zip shut all the way. Then once back here at our home away from home she unpacked, went downstairs to pick-up her home health deliveries and carried the box upstairs herself! I AM NOT EXAGGERATING!

NOW, if I could only get her to eat. She is still using TPN, that's why she had home health supplies delivered. This includes an all-night long IV infusion of some ghastly yellow fluid that she actually mixes herself. She looked like a mad scientist setting it all up this evening. We've got one heck of a drugstore, I think the pharmacist must have went down the aisles grabbing one of everything! We're not even sure what to do with all of it. Her red-eye must be from the Marinol she's still using.

WATCH THIS SITE - as we figure out where all the drugs go:)