I’m dying laughing

Harriet Stuckey, 27, Bridgewater

Shoving another crisp into my mouth, I frowned.

I had blood on my hands…

‘Won’t be a minute,’ I said to my flatmate, popping to the loo. But, peering into the mirror, I gasped.

It was suddenly clear where it had come from.

My mouth was filled with blistering, bleeding ulcers.

Over the next few days they got worse.

It hurt to talk and I felt exhausted, too.

‘I’m probably just rundown,’ I said to my boss at the life insurance company where I worked.

I was travelling around Australia and had just