I can find a vein when three other nurses have given up and the patient's arm is a roadmap of bruises. The relief on their face when the stick is quick and clean, that is real. But I lie awake some nights wondering if a whole career of these small kindnesses at the bedside adds up to anything that matters.
More people experience this than they realize.
You can find any vein, and you wonder whether a career of small mercies amounts to enough.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.