I use PartiallyUnstuffed as my name on several health forums because it makes people smile and possibly shake their heads at me once they understand the general reference to my incomplete set of organs. I am “partially unstuffed” thanks to the fine surgeons who removed my most rebellious innards. My small intestine is a bit shortened, and everything onward is gone. And I do mean everything. My ileostomy is quite permanent.
My humor is certainly sick and twisted, but I cannot take credit for the nickname. It’s from a passing comment from someone that just stuck in my mind.
You see, my dog methodically destroys her toys, starting with the eyes (so they can’t escape). By the time she’s actually unstuffing them, their former features are either holes or little bits of colored string. I was on the phone observing that her particularly old duck looked funny now that it was partially unstuffed.
The response: “Just like you, dear: partially unstuffed!”
So that’s the story. It’s not terribly exciting, but humor has always helped me cope with the harsh, quirky, and sometimes cringe-worthy aspects of living with a chronic illness. I certainly consider some subjects unworthy of jokes, but I have no problem with weird body part metaphors. This is one of the few that does not make my healthy buddies cringe.
My wee barbarian dog makes me smile. Hopefully this photo makes you smile too. Note: She’s fully grown and weighs five pounds, which makes her an ideal lap warmer and therapy dog.