One of my magnets in my hand, never quite settled well. It moved around a lot, and now that's it's starting to find a home, it's still a bit off from the target spot, and it's too deep to be very useful. Both are, really.

I had a bad dream about implants last night; my first, actually.

Somehow one of my xG3s fell out, through a weird gross blackened crusty fistula that developed suddenly, just this 'healed' hole into my hand. I noticed when I found it in my mouth somehow, behind my upper lip. I then spent the rest of the time trying to keep track of the magnet; dropping it, forgetting it places, missing busses to get back to places i forgot it.

Later in the night, I had a second dream where I dramatically recounted the first dream.

I'm not 100% thrilled with the locations of any of my four (to-date) implants. Some are underwhelming, and I might even get one of the magnets removed.

And yet, I regret none of it.

I'm actually very happy to run into problems with these from time to time. My upgrades are a euphoric form of self-actualization, but also an ambitious and thrilling risk. Indulgence without consequence feels cheap to me—it wouldn't be fun if there were no challenge.