Steve,
I usually describe the pain of a gout attack like this:
Break up one of the old green 1960's Coke bottles - the ones that split into tiny shards that cut in every direction. Stick them into your foot, thousands per square inch. Put a nice heavy, tight sock over that. Now you can feel what it is like to wake up and drag the sheet over the ball of your foot. Beyond excruciating. Then stand up on it, if you can.
I've spent days with my foot propped up, nothing touching it, hoping that there won't be so much as a breeze over it.
My dad had it as well. Don't know if it is supposed to be hereditary.