Getting back out was like a much more horrific version of pulling a Band-Aid off a wound, wherein you have the choice of taking it slower and prolonging the pain, or going faster and having it over with, but with much worse pain while it lasts. It took me several minutes to remove my finger, and throughout the latter half I was sobbing, which really didn't help, because it caused more movement. Afterwards I laid there crying for a few minutes, not just because it hurt like hell, but because I felt like it was going so well and was entirely ruined and the clamp reaction was reinforced by something entirely out of my control.
One day, though. Not any time soon, but one day I'll overcome this. Is it regular to be so short, though?