Oliver and me have reached Orlando safely on the 21st of August. We decided to go a to the US a couple of days before the tour, so we could go to Universal Studios.
For our first flight we had to be at the airport at 8 am. That meant almost no sleep, because the night before the flight your mind is processing what you need to take with you and what you think you might forget. I normally never sleep well on a plane, but since I have one of these CLOUDZ neck pillows, I sleep like a baby.
Many hours later we arrived in Orlando. We were waiting for the shuttle to come pick us up and were trying not to pass out in the heat. It's around 32 degrees Celsius over here and very humid. It feels like you're hitting a wall when you get out of air conditioned buildings. For me it feels like your walking from the fridge to the oven, like a deep frozen pizza to a ready to eat pizza.
All the hotels you could possibly think of had regular shuttles, except for ours. Turned out that you had to make a call to get a shuttle. Luckily there was a very nice English gentlemen that borrowed me his phone.
I was so ready for a shower, teethe cleaning session and a bed. At home I use an electric tooth brush, but I left it there since I can't really charge it here and it's quite heavy. Oliver got me a tooth brush from the hotel and that's where the horror began.
At the end of my cleaning session with a horrible weak tooth brush, I felt an awful pain in my throat. I thought I hurt a nerve by my too enthusiastic cleaning habits. Every time I moved my tongue side ways or forward, I felt an agonizing pain. It was a pain I never felt before and was very worried. I looked for minutes in my mouth to find something. If I poked myself, I should be bleeding, but there was no blood.
I decided to go to bed with a throat pastille and was hoping for waking up the next morning pain free. Little did I know that I was up for another night of no sleep.
On the next morning I took my Nokia, turned on the flash and gave myself an appointment with 'Throat-Nose- and Ear' Doctor Simons. After some poking around I saw that in the side of my 'back throat' there was a tooth brush hair stuck in there. That son of a cheap hotel tooth brush was poking me all night long.
When I tried to get it out, it jumped in my throat. It's not a pleasant feeling knowing that you have plastic in your body, but I was relieved that it was no longer hurting me. What a relief it was to get it out!
I am hereby sentencing this tooth brush to Dental Prison for life!
Kisses from a soar mouth,