I held a woman's hand this morning while she took her last breath, and I meant every second of it. Twenty minutes later I walked into the next room, smiled, and started an IV like it was any other Tuesday. Nobody sees the switch I have to flip, and I'm starting to wonder what it's doing to me.
More people experience this than they realize.
You have to swallow one patient's death and smile for the next one, minutes apart.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.