Mia took a ten hour road trip yesterday on a quest to get admitted into an inpatient migraine clinic. She remarked that now she is truly a member of a club no one wants to join. I volleyed back that I was firing up the laminating machine.
Never one to let an opportunity to use the laminator go to waste, the Chronic Illness Membership Card was born.
The rules are simple. You're chronically ill. And it's all in good fun.
The circles on the back are for badges/stickers. Mia earned her, travel far, far, away for treatment badge.
Get yours here.