I rolled a nuclear hot pot of crawfish one Saturday around noon and then proceeded to stay out all day doing yard work without a shirt. Needless to say, I cooked my back and was sweating out the cayenne later that evening. By 9 pm I was in tears, couldn't sit still. Showered, scratched, screamed into pillows until 2-3am. This was the single most excruciating feeling ever. Its the F5 of pain. Never had a name for it. Glad I do now.
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