Don't judge me cause I'm always and never the same...

You may be wondering what "eats" away my daily existence. Let me paint you a picture: I’m on a gourmet journey with Fresubin milk , a meal replacement liquid that’s as exciting as it sounds (spoiler: it isn’t). Doctor’s orders, you see, to ensure food that can go through my PEG tube—yes, I’m now a card-carrying member of the Tube Feeding Club—delivers the minerals and proteins my body needs. The feeding process itself is easy enough, but the milk? Oh, the milk. It takes me 1–2 hours to sip 300ml (through the tube, of course), which means I spend at least six hours daily on this painstaking ritual. And because I’ve been shedding weight faster than a melting ice sculpture before my surgery, I’ve added a fourth “meal” to the mix in a hopeful bid to bulk up. And because of the 6 -7 hours consumption daily for the 3 meals, this makes outings a logistical nightmare. Between meals and meds, I can't be away from the hotel for at least 2 -- 3 hours. Oh, and pouring water directly ...