I can still feel the spot on the bottom of my right foot. A spot where years prior one of those nails that you see on the back of some upholstery, the kind that looks like a large rounded button, had pierced my very sole.
I can still dimly remember the pain. The worst wasn't stepping on it, the worst was getting the fucker back out.
I once got a fishing hook in the back of my calf. Since the hook was barbed we did not try pulling it back out, so my dad pushed it the rest of the way through then cut the end off. I'm not exactly signing up to do it again, but all things considered it wasn't too bad.