2007 Aliens Implants

Most of my childhood (and adulthood for that matter) was spent in a dentist's chair.  By 2007, I had had enough and I decided that I was just going to have all my teeth pulled and get dentures.

I found a great dentist in Aberdeen, Dr. Tomlinson.  I had typed a great many of his reports, and he sounded exactly like one of the vets on the TV show "Emergency Vets".  I was totally shocked when I met him, because he looked nothing like that vet!  

Marc Tomlinson, DDS

On March 16, the morning of the procedure I went to his office early and he gave me the anesthesia.  It was interesting, because at the same time he was pulling out teeth, he was inserting microchips into the sockets.  He would give his nurse a special look and she would go retrieve the next chip and hand it to him.  At times, other people were in the room, but they were very strange looking indeed.  In fact, they were semi-transparent; I could see through them.  They appeared to be supervising, because even though they never said anything, Dr T would nod or respond to them.

It was quite entertaining at first but then I started to worry.  What are they implanting?  Are they cameras?  That would make no sense.  They must be microphones.  Weird.  Or maybe something I couldn't even understand!  What if they were time-release capsules that were going to turn me into an alien spy?

By the time the procedure was over, I was quite concerned.  Just to be on the safe side, I decided not to say anything to anyone because you never know.

When I went back for my checkup a week later, I laughingly said to Dr. Tomlinson, "I know about those things you implanted, you know."  I fully expected him to laugh it off and tell me it was the anesthesia.  Instead, he shook his head and said "Darn it.  We hate that.  You must be resistant to anesthetic.  You'll forget about it soon enough".  

I'm still not totally convinced that I don't have implants in my gums.

When I went to the dentist in New Jersey, he gave me laughing gas, and I saw horses galloping outside his office window, but not aliens and implants.

1961 Sparks Fly

Much of my childhood (and adulthood for that matter) was spent in a dentist's chair.

When we returned from Venezuela in 1961, we lived for a while in Chestnut Hill with my aunt Audrey and uncle Abbey and my 2 cousins, Paul and Douglas.  It was one of the worst times of my life.  

Add to that my twice weekly dentist appointment with Dr Hovestat to work on my caps (or crowns).  He had been my grandmother Frieda's dentist, and also my mother's dentist when she was a child.  He was very tall and very old.  He walked stooped over.  His office was in a brownstone in downtown Boston and was carpeted throughout.  He would walk slowly over to his tray and get a pick, then walk slowly back to the chair, the whole time dragging his feet on the carpet.  As soon as he would touch me with the pick, electric static sparks would fly.  

It was the first time I ever misbehaved at the dentist.  The dental work was bad enough, but knowing I was about to be shocked every time he approached was just too much.  One day I said no.  I told my mother if she ever took me back, I was going to kick him.  

Apparently she believed me because we found another dentist.

1957 Horse Dentist

Much of my childhood (and adulthood for that matter) was spent in a dentist's chair.

In Normandy, after I was caught not going to my dentist appointments after school, my mother drove me to Le Havre to a fancy dentist.  I seem to recall that I was getting my first caps.  My dentist was wonderful.  He was very brusque and abrupt with Mother and she wasn't used to that.  She thought everyone was charmed by her.  But to me, maybe for that very reason, he was amazing.  After the first few visits, we started talking and he told me he had horses.  He invited me to go horseback riding with him one weekend.  

I never thought my parents would agree to it, but they did!  My mother drove me to his farm near Le Havre, and left me there for the day.  Mme. Le Dentist made us lunches and off we went, just the 2 of us.  We rode all over the area, down dirt roads and across fields.  I was riding his daughter's horse and he was perfect.  When we were about to stop and have lunch it started pouring rain, so we found a barn and we and the horses spent an hour or so inside that barn while it poured down rain inside.  I have no idea what we talked about, horses no doubt, not about teeth.  

By the time we got back to his house, my mother was there chatting happily with Mme. Le Dentist (who seemed properly charmed).  I was so blown away by my day that I barely talked all the way home.  That day stayed with me a very long time.  It was the first time I understood how it would be if I had a horse of my own.  

1956 No I Won't Go

A great deal of my childhood (and adulthood for that matter) was spent in a dentist's chair.

The first one I really remember was in Notre Dame de Gravenchon.  The dentist's office was right across the square from my school and I had to go there at least once a week.  The plan was that I would go as soon as I got out of school.  Needless to say, I didn't.  It was easy to disappear with my friends and then casually walk home at the appropriate time.  

Turquoise=house     Red=school     Blue=dentist

Unfortunately, fairly quickly, my mother realized that I wasn't acting the way I should after having a dental appointment, so that ended after a few months.