Night harbour

Have been thinking about trying this out, but it's been too cold, and usually I can't be bothered to go out in the evening.

But seeing the bloke on the bed at yesterday's hospital visit has left me unsettled. I remember taking x-rays of the lad who caught his toes in a rotary mower; the two young women whose bubble car overturned, among numerous others - can't remember names (never could) but I can still see their x-rays and the process of taking them. Does remembering things like that over 40 years later mean I have post-traumatic stress disorder, or am I just bonkers?