Feast on the Occasion of Phoebe's Necrotic Teeth

This is me, between one root canal and another (in one day!). My endodontist warned me that I won’t be up for eating later, when he clears out the four canals of my dying molar and gives me enough novocaine that I can’t feel my head. “Eat a good lunch,” the assistant said. So I did: cinnamon millet bread with butter, runny eggs served up, corned beef hash. Something that will stick to my stomach for the rest of the day.
What’s your comfort food?
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YAY NECROSIS!!!!
I just ate a Cinnabon pecan-bun and I'm gonna puke.
Pat, I thought you were over puking?
Well, I DIDN'T puke, but Cinnabon is enough to challenge even MY steely resolve!!