So it was about 1:15 in the morning and I had packed my bag to leave the next afternoon a flight back to Minneapolis. I felt tearing pain in my back like the skin was being peeled off my back. I thought I was having a heart attack and I called the front desk and asked them to call 911. I went out of my hotel room in San Diego. I was in an annex part in old town and so there was a second floor balcony. I went out of my hotel room in just a T-shirt and jeans in my bare feet and sat down on the ground and waited for an ambulance. So I had a great deal of pain and I knew I was in trouble, but I didn’t know what was wrong because I never felt pain like that. So I was conscious in the ambulance to the emergency room. The next thing I knew it was a couple weeks later and I was at a different hospital UCSD La Jolla, where I had my surgery. I am convinced that I saved myself by getting out of my hotel room and getting down to the street level where I can get help. It’s San Diego so it’s almost always warm and dry. Peace.