This week has been a tough one. My mother was in the hospital earlier this week because she was burned on the face, arms, and hands. A pot of oil had been left on the stove and started on fire. She tried to put it out using another pan of water. The hot oil and fire splashed on her. She keeps saying that she isn't in pain, but it sure looks like she is. I'm just glad she has a house to go home to. Luckily it didn't burn down. I just wish I was in a position to keep a better eye on her. She is 85 and lives with my dad who is 87. They are both getting to that point of not doing too well on their own. Decisions, decisions, decisions...
