Yeah, it was Monday, and we went out for family day and had lunch at a Mexican food restaurant. We were on our way home, and we had to go through the normal rigmarole, getting through all the homeless drug addicts. It infested this whole mountain lately, especially since the FIFA thing. They just shipped everybody up here, and a lot of them are staying. So we have a Tijuana-style shanty village that we have to drive to. So we had to get through that, and then came up, and there was another blockage. And I felt like my life was in danger, so I reacted and ended up getting arrested on assault, second degree, and attempted escape, third degree. I was injured during the arrest, and they reluctantly took me to the hospital, and the hospital actually admitted me. It wasn't just me trying to avoid jail. I was seriously injured. So the hospital admitted me, and then they transported me to a different hospital because that hospital didn't have the facilities that were required. So at the second hospital, by this time of Tuesday morning, I hadn't eaten anything since the last day before, second hospital started prepping me for surgery, which meant I couldn't eat for 12 hours or something. But I didn't want to do the surgery at that hospital. I wanted to go to UW Med. And people, you know, these days, I'm noticing people have really short tempers and very, very low patient thresholds. And so they packaged me up and sent me off and put me in the jail. um and it was horrible um i mean i've been in jail before i've been i've had dui last time i was in jail was in tahoe city and that place was nice you know they brought me coffee the next morning this place was this place was horrible i mean i can't believe how horrible it was and um at one point my uh but they wouldn't give me my meds there's the other thing um and i understand why they can't you know i brought my meds with me but they don't know what they are they don't know what i've done to them so they have to go through the process of verifying the meds and then duplicating the prescription and getting it to their own pharmacy. And that could take days, right? And I needed my meds like every three hours, every four hours. So my blood pressure started rising. It eventually hit 197 over 145 with a heart rate at 98. And then I went into seizure and I was literally dying there, but I didn't want to go to their third world level hospital that they had in the facility. They didn't even know how to do an IV. Because of my wife, I had to walk them through it. And I insisted on going before the judge, even in the state that I was in. I was able to compose myself just long enough to get bail. I got bailed out, and now I'm