Who? What? Where am I?

It's almost 1 am and I've got 4 graveyard shifts to go, then five more days straight (including one double shift and a shift-and-a-half) before I get a day and a half off. Then 7 more graveyards. Am I crazy? What was I thinking when I got myself into this? It's interesting and challenging, but is it worth it if it's only about money? I've decided, in the long run, no it's not. But I'm stuck in the short run for now. Oh well, whaddayagonnado.
I was just reading some of my old posts from last year and I was reminded of my condition back then, really not so long ago. Hard to believe it's been 11 months since I couldn't walk outside my door without sucking wind and we discovered the cancer had returned and spread. It all came crashing back after I saw my regular doctor yesterday (or was it two days ago? Who knows at this point, I'm slipping into in the twilight zone). Dr Yadegar was so glad to see me that it was a little disconcerting at first--as he said, I wasn't doing too well when last I saw him, which was back before I started getting a needle stuck in my back, and in fact he's the one that got that little ball rolling. This time, I went to see him about a laundry list of trivial complaints--finger hurts, sore shoulder, can't sleep, got allergies, whaa whaa whaa--nothing major, I just don't need these little issues distracting me, trying to knock me off my path. So he said he was happy to see me, to see how well I'm responding to treatment and doing overall. I felt kind of proud of my progress and it felt good to just check in, maybe show off a little as I strolled in wearing flip-flops, aloha shirt and slightly fading Hawaii tan.
When I left, he said again how happy he was to see how well I'm doing, because "Last time I saw you, you were very sick." Oh, yeah. . .I guess I was. Then I mentioned this to a friend who said, "Well that's kind of scary." Is it? I suppose I knew how sick I was, but it's easy enough just to move on and kind of let that stuff drift to the back of my mind as I work too much, try to see some daylight, and make sure my Pupito doesn't forget me while I sleep the days away.
It might be time for a serious priority readjustment. Seems like I'm in a holding pattern, not really making any serious strides toward God, enlightenment, the meaning of life, or a clean house.
Maybe I should start by hiring a maid.