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By Claire Dennehy
Last year I was starting a tour of Europe in Amsterdam, when a few days in I tripped on a tramline and completely battered my face.
I ended up in Berlin with a rectangular scar in the shape of Hitler’s moustache. Not appropriate at the Holocaust memorial or touring WW2 sites.
Due to the swelling I struggled to eat or drink, and after a long day’s walking in the heat I ended up having seizures at night time due to electrolyte imbalance, and ended up on a drip in Dubrovnik.
I've never been so happy to come home...
I was told to stay out of the sun and stay away from alcohol. I finished up my holiday in Italy where I got into the shower, then somehow hit off dial that set it to full heat, scalding most of my body.
I backed away to escape the water but the shower was so small there was nowhere to go, and I had to immerse myself fully to turn it off. I sat crying for ages in fear of getting shock due to the scald.
I’ve never been so happy to come home...
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