Oh well. While the trip through airport security was typically arduous, it wasn't exceptional. I did pop the metal detector, but was then only subjected to a quick pat down of my upper body. Which I guess means that any weaponry should be smuggled aboard in your pants' pockets. Good to know.

One thing I wasn't expecting though. Being in motion but visually stuck in the cabin is making me a little queasy. My eyes are unable to compensate for my lack of balance. It's not a horrible sensation. More like that feeling you get when an elevator takes off too quickly. But it seems it's going to last the whole flight, rather than a few seconds. One more thing to get used to I guess.

It’s been 18 months and a couple of days since they carved an access panel in the rear of my skull and installed a titanium door. And just a bit longer yet since I tried to board an airplane. In a couple hours, I’ll be making my first attempt to get through airport security with my new internal bling. I really have no idea if there’s now enough metal in my head to set off the detector or not. I suppose the good news is that even if I do set the bell off, it should be straightforward to wand my head. It’s not like they’re gonna do a cavity search of my ear (I hope), and where else am I gonna stuff something in back there?

So stay tuned. An uneventful trip would be good for me, but a TSA adventure would be better for you blog readers. Either way, someone wins.