My dad likes to sneak in his flask filled with bourbon, rum or moonshine to every single SF Giants night game at AT&T Park he attends. For a good long while the running joke was that when he got older he would have to fill the metal flask with Ensure and take a little taste every time the usher's head was turned away. I don't think that either of us could have envisioned a point in time where I would be getting eighty percent of my caloric intake in a given day via a feeding tube from the object of our funny little family joke.
Do you have any idea how expensive Ensure is? A buck and a half per bottle if you're lucky for the extra calorie Plus stuff. Consider that I guzzle on average 5.3 repeating decimal bottles a day and you don't have to be a member of the Federal Reserve to realize that our road to the poor house was being paved with recycled nutritional supplement containers.
Upon further examination of our medical benefits, we discovered that Kaiser would pay the tab for my life-sustaining liquid diet. The only catch was that for contractual reasons they couldn't provide Ensure. Instead they sent over about six cases of this stuff called Nutren (made by the fine folks at Nestle). Well, something in Nutren did not sit well in my stomach. It felt like I had eaten a gut-bomb grease covered hamburger after every feeding. It got so bad that my skin would get all clammy the second an ounce of that rot-gut hit my system. A month of intestinal distress and description defying deuces later, we were back on the Ensure.