I know you don't like eating. And I know that if you had your way, I'd be dead of starvation in a very short amount of time.
I am supposed to feed you at regular intervals. The doc gets cranky when I don't, and makes the cartoonish furrowed-brow face. I would prefer he not make this face, since it is generally considered bad to burst into giggles every five minutes in your doctor's office.
So stop throwing a shitfit when I give you a sandwich around noon. That is called 'lunch'. NORMAL PEOPLE EAT IT. There is nothing difficult for you about some chicken salad, two pieces of bread, lettuce, and tomato. Now quit aching as though I swallowed ground glass and get to digesting. Bitch.