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Admitting to myself that I can no longer do this work is perhaps the worst thing to happen to my sleep habits since my ex tried to kill me in my sleep. For the last 3 nights, I have been unable to keep the flood of cases out of my dreams. I have been cursed with a fairly good memory and have very little difficulty discussing any major case I have done whether it was yesterday or 10 years ago. Now my memory is devouring my sleep with images. Every x-ray, every photograph of injuries, every autopsy photo, every name, every face, they are all pouring though my head when I shut my eyes. Lucky me.