It was unbearable.The whole thing. Every second, worse than the last. One of the first things they ask you in the ER is to rate your pain on a scale from one to ten.I've been asked this question hundreds of times and I remember once when I couldn't catch my breath and it felt like my chest was on fire the nurse asked me to rate the pain. Though I could't speak I held up nine fingers.Later, when I stared to feeling better the nurse came in and she called me a fighter."You know how I know." She said."You called a ten a nine."But that wasn't the truth. I didn't call it a nine because I was brave. The reason I called it a nine was because I was saving my ten. And this was it. This is great and terrible ten.