When the surgeons closed me up after they got done with work they went a little overboard with the glue at the detour around my navel. They not only closed the wound, but created a bit of a splash zone in that area. I guess they were trying to be thorough at the curve, which is fine because it did pop open in the hospital and ooze for a few days.
For the past 3 weeks my soul hole has been plugged up with a big wad of superglue and dried blood. I just managed to get a grip on it and yanked it out. It came out in one solid piece and it felt amazing and now my bellybutton can breathe again.
I did not take a photo. Imagine a small bit of beef jerky shaped like the negative space of my navel. It didn’t smell like anything. It made a satisfying thud when I threw it in the trash. I did not taste it. You people are disgusting for even thinking it.