  I made it to class today as well as my appointment with my VW professor, Dawn. Had to halt a few times to rest my ankle. Bending it to walk up stairs, like having it bear weight, is just not an option and I forgot. So its as swollen as ever and propped up on the window sill where it belongs.
Dawn spoke of my option to take an incomplete in her class in order to have more time to finish my final project if the surgery really ruins me and keeps me from being able to work properly. I would have a year to get it to her and still have the grade amended according to my performance. Its an option that I wont take, but its nice not to have to worry about whether my medical will ruin my academic.
Some words exchanged about whatshisname. I applaud her professionalism for not concurring with my concerns. She did let me know that it would be wise to talk to the department chair. I can even do it under the pretext that she not write anything down. Just to listen to what happened and keep it in mind for when someone else files a complaint. I hate having to speak up about something like this, but the guys an asshole. Somewhere down the road it should catch up with him. He cheated me out of an education. And compromised that of the other students who are exhausted by his anger. I think Ill get out into the garden and put some things into the ground. Get my mind off of closing things down (graduation, finishing what I started with Asshole) and onto planting something that grows. 
