If you have read my previous posts, you will know I had carpal tunnel surgery. I have to wear a brace on my left arm. This brace is hot, awkward and whoever designed it forgot that the person wearing it would only have one hand to use. My family is hiding when they see me coming with my brace in hand. I am very particular about how I want my brace. I want it to be comfortable. That means, I don’t want the Velcro rubbing my knuckles or it so loose that it falls off. I have tried putting it on by myself. I have used my teeth. I have tried bracing my arm against a table. It takes two hands! So Mr. Armbrace Maker, (you know it was a man who designed it), you suck!
It also have to be hand washed and air dried. It is in the constant state of filth. Dog hair on the outside because it’s almost impossible to get the dog hair off with a lint brush. Dirt and dried sweat on the inside. Luckily I use essential oils so it smells good. Last time I washed it by hand I couldn’t get it rung out with one hand. (There’s that again!) I had to put it in the dryer, which you aren’t suppose to do. It came unraveled a bit. This time I’m going to try to wash it in my dishwasher. Yes, I know, Gross!!