In any case, I probably would have remembered to take care of this were it not for the ligaments in my ankle that are, to use a scientific term, extremely messed up. I have been hobbling around on crutches for 6 days. Probably 3-4 more before I get to be really hot in a walking cast. At least the surgeon gave me "loose ligaments" to blame for my constant state of "falling down-ness" rather than what my husband thinks of as general spazzy-ness with complete disregard for the physical world.
This trip to BC is supposed to tell me if I want to continue to be a doula or not. I sure hope I get the passport:)