Today, Chris called me at work and said we got a package in the mail. My parents, delighted by the news of the IV being removed, sent us a “sweet treat to celebrate some sweet freedom.” How nice.
Some reference to the card from my mom below: “That Bitch in the Corner” is what we called Chris’ walker, (used in a sentence: Can you move my bitch in the corner so it’s not in the way of people at the next table over?) and that “Bastard in the Arm” was the IV (used in a sentence: When is that bastard in the arm coming out?). My mom, the comedienne. :)