I worry about the Granny Smith apples in the fridge. We have a drought on here in Indiana, no lawn sprinkling allowed, etc. But if it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime, then God didn't make little green apples. And yet, there they are. Are they Satanic apples?
And I still hurt.
And I want to cry.
With all the complications they warned me about from undergoing two different surgeries at the same time, nobody mentioned any of these.