Last night when I walked in, she had her arm tied off with the remote control cord, so she could "find a good vein" for the IV drip she now uses.
She doesn't eat, sleep or drink anymore.. she just plays. Stares motionless at the TV occasioanlly letting out a "Die bastard" or "ooooooo I cut off that guy's head with a chain saw!"
She really has a sickness.
