He asked as he continued to worry about the injury to his thumb.  The car we were following stopped. The driver got out  and came back to our car.  He asked my husband if he wanted them to take me in their car as they could hear my continuous laughing all the way in their car as we were following them to the hospital.  No she’s just enjoying my pain he said.  I started laughing again and repeated his fear that they might be going to put him to sleep over this injury that he thinks is life threating.  I was just reassuring him that you weren’t taking him to the Vet.  And my . hysteria began again as the man smiled and said we would be there in about 20 more minutes. Did he think he could make it.  Yes I smearked.  He can drive with the other hand, as the blood seems to have disappeared from the deadly injury, chuckling and he began to moan.  Ok he said and got back in his car and we followed.  The road was curvy and hilly as we drove back narrow paths in the Smokey Mountains.  Moaning and muttering fears of wrecking the car on these treacherous roads with this painful injury.  My laughing increased in volume with each bump and moan along the drive.  I teased that our vacation was probably over and he would have to fly home to recooperate from this massive infliction.  Funny he said.  Have your fun.  Laugh.  You wouldn’t think it so funny if it were you.  No, this wouldn’t happen to me I know how to handle these things. As we pulled into the parking lot of the Medical Center he got out of the car holding his arm like it had been severed.  We thanked the couple for bringing us here as we would have gotten lost.  He said he was sure all would be well and said he was glad the injury wasn’t worse. Your husband doesn’t handel pain well.  I think it’s fear of how they are going to get the hook out of his thumb.