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Three profound words that define Lil Jon's rap "career".

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"I'm gonna need a hacksaw." - Jack Bauer

A Recap of the last few days...

Over Christmas, things rolled along pretty well, as signified by this beautiful Texas sunset from my house in Austin.

And then, on New Years Day, I awoke with aches, pains, and a semi-debilitated state. Low energy, low tolerance, and symptoms of a growing cold. I decided to go back to Waco anyway, according to my original plan. By the time I reached my apartment, I felt like Master Chief in Halo at 20% health being attacked by the Flood.

The onset of flue was agonizingly apparent. As soon as I arrived, I dumped everything on the floor and laid down. High fever, no appetite, and almost no energy confounded any attempt to get up, or even make it to the bathroom. Just to make food almost caused me to collapse after a few steps. I debated whether or not to have my parents come get me, as no one I know was in Waco, except some library staff.

Well, after battling the 102-degree fever through Sunday night and Monday I can say it has broken. As suddenly as it came, I am back up to 80% health, instead of 20%.

The most humbling part in all this is when I was forced to make a trip on Monday to HEB. I had run out of medicine and had little food in the apartment, and each segment of this task was of great, great effort. After reaching my truck I had to rest. After driving to HEB I had to rest. After I retrieved my groceries I rested without moving for 10 minutes before driving back. And then the same resting took place after arriving back at my apartment. Suddenly, I was 85 years old, feeble, and barely able to take care of myself.

This will go down as the most debilitated I have ever been. How terrible it must be for old people who live by themselves and are unnable to really go anywhere. Now I can understand how big of a deal it is to just "go out" for someone old, sickly and weak.