In which the super expensive drugs aren't quite as good as we'd hoped

So, today was my appointment with Awesome GI Guy. He's still awesome and lovely, despite having to confirm that I'm no longer in remission.

Damn.

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You can imagine how irritated I felt to get back to work and find that my frequently-absent-for-no-reason colleague had decided to leave and 'work from home' for the day. Everyone knows that he is actually using that as a sneaky way to get a part day off (as he's used up his sick day for the month already) and it annoys me that I'm doing my best to keep working and contributing despite technically being sick again while he plays the system. It will bite him one day, we all know that, but today of all days it really got to me. Why do I keep trying to be a good worker when someone like that slacks off and sees nothing wrong with playing hooky at all opportunities?

Oh, yeah, I'm trying to be the responsible one so that I've got support when I really *need* the time off. Damn my sense of duty and loyalty.

In more cheerful news, my horrible nightmare project still sucks piggy wonks but the manager took the entire team out for lunch today and it was nom. I didn't even flail on food ordering, although I dutifully avoided the salad options (even though they looked gorgeous) and carefully only ate until I was pleasantly full rather than working to clean my plate. It was good to meet the other victims members of the team and spend some time just nattering and enjoying ourselves. It was noticeable that nobody discussed the project. Possibly because it's the kind of project that ruins appetites and induces alcohol drinking.

I think that I'll spend the weekend resting. I'm feeling very worn out right now.