Darn! After doing some very minor repairs to my travel trailer, I'm feeling a blister coming up on my thumb. I must be getting soft with this desk job. At least before, when I got a blister it was from putting some effort into it. I think blisters are pretty high on the pain scale. Especially the ones that you get from grabbing something red hot, when I knew better than to grab it.
Although my back pain was pretty bad, I don't think it compared to the time I broke my ankle. Now that was pain. I could hardly move. I had Mrs Doc open the hatch in the back of the Horizon that we had at the time, and I crawled in. She drove me to the hospital with my feet hanging out the back. Once I was comfortable in emergency, the endorphins must have kicked in and I was able to quit gritting my teeth. That is until the quack emergency doctor walked in and commented on my sprained ankle, while twisting and jerking on it. After the x-ray came out, he disappeared. The bone surgeon put a couple of screws in there and I got to watch. The surgeon got a kick out of me insisting that I see the whole thing.
Doc