My sunburn lines between my shorts and socks symbolized the restless, tiring hours spent out on the field. Every Tuesday and Thursday, for two and a half hours, the sun scorched my body while my legs would scrape into the ground. The cluster consisted of the seniors’ looming bodies that would go shoulder to shoulder against my own freshman self as our feet would battle for control. While this exhaustion enthralled and encouraged my game, the sprints, planks, runs, and more caused me to dread going to that grassy field every week. The humidity produced heavy, useless pants from my lungs as my throat would feel as if it was closing in from a claustrophobic nightmare. My coaches and teammates likely attributed my strained breathing to a lack of physical shape or not being prepared for the more advanced, high-school style game, but my muscles would not feel the same aching that my chest would during practice. That season, I pushed through with the mindset that I could control my own body similar to the
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I went through the withdrawal of missing the field and my teammates, but the soccer season always returns. While attempting a travel soccer league in the spring, I matured enough to realize that my breathing was not a miniscule problem to be ignored and confronted my parents about it.
Doctor 1: Asthma, prescribed inhaler
The hope of something working pushed me through practices, even though I recognized that it was not enough.
Doctor 2: Not asthma, prescribed two inhalers (after failure of the first)
I continued to pursue a solution, knowing that the struggle I had in the spring league would only escalate in the summer. I have a false sense of optimistic faith in doctors that showed when visiting this specialist. However, she could only tell me what I did not have and sent me along to attempt to find the true
I went through the withdrawal of missing the field and my teammates, but the soccer season always returns. While attempting a travel soccer league in the spring, I matured enough to realize that my breathing was not a miniscule problem to be ignored and confronted my parents about it.
Doctor 1: Asthma, prescribed inhaler
The hope of something working pushed me through practices, even though I recognized that it was not enough.
Doctor 2: Not asthma, prescribed two inhalers (after failure of the first)
I continued to pursue a solution, knowing that the struggle I had in the spring league would only escalate in the summer. I have a false sense of optimistic faith in doctors that showed when visiting this specialist. However, she could only tell me what I did not have and sent me along to attempt to find the true