The excruciating pain Mark felt in his arm roused him from his deep slumber. He screamed out in pain, waking his wife Debra, who reached over and turned on the night table lamp. She saw her husband grabbing his arm, racked with pain.
“Oh my God, Mark,” she exclaimed. “What is wrong with your hand?”
“I don’t know,” he responded, still grimacing. “My hand is cramped and I can’t move my fingers. It hurts like hell.”
“I’m going to get the heating pad,” Debra said, getting out of bed and running to their bathroom. She rushed back to the bedroom, plugged in the heating pad, and wrapped it around Mark’s forearm and hand.
Within a few minutes the warmth of the pad began to relieve the pain in Mark’s hand and he was able to move his fingers.
Mark had spent most of Labor Day painstakingly putting together a crib and other baby furniture for his newborn granddaughter, who had just come home from the hospital.
“I’m never buying furniture from Ikea again,” Mark said.