It’s been a year. A year and a few days. Friday 13 November 2020. That’s when they finally succeeded in installing the percutaneous endoscopic gastrostomy (PEG) tube. For those who weren’t blog-reading then, it’s the external tube that goes directly into the stomach. Through it I syringe nutritional liquid, in my case Ensure, which seems to have all the ingredients to keep me alive. Ensure and water. Nothing by mouth, as I can’t swallow even the tiniest liquid or solid without choking.
How’s it been?
In one sense it’s a miracle. 1200ml, a little over two pints in volume, every day has kept me going. You can buy the same stuff as a supplement. In my case it’s the total diet. Amazing.
It’s available in three flavours: strawberry, banana and vanilla. Charmingly, each time we order another month’s supply they ask which flavour I prefer. Let me tell you, the stomach doesn’t sense flavours. I have not tasted a flavour since November last year.
Food: do I miss it? You bet! Not a morsel has passed the DP lips for a year. I’m never hungry but the sight of delicious meals brings pangs of longing.
Booze? What do you think? Oh for a few pints of lager! Oh for a bottle of bubbly! I did try pouring some wine down the tube a while ago. No taste of course but also no effect, but then it was only a glassful. That wouldn’t have had much effect if swallowed. Didn’t have the courage to tip a bottle down.
Only Ensure for a year …. so what else? This blog is no place to discuss bowel movements, so I won’t. Suffice it to say they’re strange, but pleasantly (or not) accompanied by the full choral sound spectrum, from soprano to bass.
Well that’s about it, I suppose. A year without food. A year without alcohol. Another world.
Why the title ‘Time 1’? Let’s wait for Time 2 and Time 3.