Louise Galvin: Fear is my constant companion

Sweaty palms, tense shoulders, stomach churning, frequent unfulfilling bathroom trips that give a transient relief from the discomfort of a full stomach, until nature calls again in 10 minutes.

It’s like my bladder capacity has shrunk to a third of its size with the accompanying impatience of Friday evening commuters spilling out of the Luas.

Jumpy-leg-itis, like a murder suspect in the pit awaiting jury verdict. A heightened awareness of everything.