~10April2019 Tuesday morning came and went in Austin. Ixchel's birthday. My scheduled departure time. The plan was for Ixchel and I to stay together Monday, get birthday breakfast Tuesday, and have me leave for Georgia from there. I suppose plans are made to be broken, aren't they? Or wait...I guess that's rules. Either way, it's safe to say things did *not* go according to plan. It started Sunday night, as I got off my last shift at North Door...a tender ache in my back. The kind of sensitivity I feel as a fever forms in my body. But no way! I couldn't be getting sick! It would pass, I told myself as I joined my friends for a last round of goodbye drinks after work. Monday morning I knew my mistake as my body ached upon waking. But still, I persisted. It was my last day in town, things had to be done, errands had to be run...so I pushed. Loaded my van, bought new tires, went to Ixchel's as planned. But it was no use. By 7pm I was passed out on her bed, a