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Harlow

Having gone into the hospital late Saturday night, I spent a total of 3 nights there before I was discharged just after lunch on Tuesday. All of my levels were fine. Dr. Page gave orders to watch out for any fatigue, be mindful of my diet, follow through with my therapy and follow-up in a week. At that point they'd check my levels again and if all was well, I'd be back in school.

It's currently Thursday and this week is dragging. I had a therapy session Tuesday afternoon when I got home and I had one yesterday. Not my first rodeo in therapy, but dad said no quitting this time. In general, I'm feeling better. No urges to smoke. No side effects from my scary night.

The plan is for me to be home at least until after my follow-up appointment on Monday. Dad said it could be longer. He doesn't want me to rush back to school. He's been by my side ever since, only leaving for basketball practice.  All his meetings were remote. When he left though, it was a relief.

I love having my dad around, but this man was going to drive me crazy. He was watching me like a Hawk. If I'm in the bathroom too long, he's freaking out. If I sleep in past a certain time, he's sitting at my bedside. I know that he's being a concerned father, but the helicopter parent shtick is driving me nuts.

Mama Kenz would take dads spot when he went to practice, but she didn't feel as suffocating. She gave me space. Don't get me wrong, if I wasn't in her eyesight after some time she'd check in, but she wasn't like dad. She told me to give him some time as he's just worried and concerned, but damn. What about me?

I mentioned it to my therapist and she suggested talking to my dad. Yeah, like that would really help. She said it's better for me to talk to him then to suppress how I feel then let it explode which clearly isn't the best way for me to handle things anymore. Grandma J said it's time I face things head on. That's the hard part. I can stand up for myself, sure, but confronting how I feel? That's not easy for me.

Even with this week dragging by, I've had plenty of visitors and not much time to myself. That is unless I'm sleeping. My family has all popped in to check on me. Both sets of my grandparents were here the day I was discharged. Grandpa Fred and Grandma Dora arrived Monday morning and spent pretty much the entire day at the hospital. They left last night, but plan to come back next weekend.

I am anxiously awaiting my follow up doctors appointment so I just so I can get cleared to not be in this house anymore. The quicker I get back to school, the less my dad will be hovering over me. Who am I fooling, he still works at the school. He'll probably be more annoying there than he is here at the moment. I feel the embarrassment already.

My phone dinged. Checking I saw a text from Emma.

Emma: Hey bestie. I miss you. How are you feeling today?

I smiled, quickly texting her back.

Harlow: I'm alright. More bored and tired of my dad being all in my space.

Emma: He's just worried.

Harlow: I get that, but damn. He's suffocating me.

Emma: maybe you can come out with us this weekend. We're going to the new arcade they opened by the mall.

Harlow: Who's we?

Emma: The crew. A little birdie told me Drake was coming back this weekend.

Harlow: yeah, he is. I'll have to ask the warden if I can get an early release.

Emma: lmfao, don't do Mr. Liam like that. He can't be that bad.

Harlow: You have no idea.