We took some time on the field, just congratulating one another on getting to the finals. Coach had to holler at us to get back to the dugout and clean it up so we can get moving. He wanted us to go watch some of the other semifinal game to see who was going to be our opponent tomorrow.
As we left the dugout and field, we met up with the families and friends who could make it out. I focused on finding my own and the first thing to greet me was a bag of ice from Zeke. Noah was greeted in a similar fashion.
"I got ice for the both of you." Zeke explained. "The other semifinal game has already started so let's get moving."
Noah rolled his eyes and declined the bag of ice. "I'm fine."
Noah spoke too soon because he was grimacing just a second later when Dave came up to him and slapped him on the back. "That was a close one-" Dave raised an eyebrow at Noah, who grunted and groaned. "You good?"
First chapter in quite awhile. I feel a little rusty so bear with me.
I don’t want to talk too much about my health simply because there are no solid answers yet. I’m still seeing a doctor regularly regarding this-next appt Thursday. Legit, we’re just trying different meds every few weeks. It just sucks.