Why I Hate December.

 

I hate December. December in North Carolina is cold, occasionally wet, and there is never any snow. I promise you, I've been dreamin' of a white Christmas since I moved here in '97. December is also Writer's Block Month, or at least in my book. I find it nearly impossible to write any poems, I may be able to spit a few out, but rarely are they any good, and there's not many. So I get stuck writing in prose; which is probably one of the most dreadful things, for me at least, to be stuck doing for an entire month; right next to Math class. I have now added one more thing to my "I Hate December" list: My teeth. Over the course of the past month, starting December 11th, I have had 6 teeth ripped out of my mouth, two at a time. Today I had a molar and an eye tooth taken out, all roots attached, and tomorrow I am getting my braces put on. I don't care if December is Christmas time; no amount of clothes, beading kits, gift cards, or bracelets can fix these holes in my mouth, or the pain and two hours worth of lost blood that comes with them. Second, I hate needles. But since I seem to have a "hard head", it requires at least three injections of Novacaine, per tooth, to get me numb. Oh, and, this time, when I had to get a molar taken out, it took him 5 minutes and five rounds to get the one tooth out: Lemme tell ya, I find nothing more unnerving than when the dentist is unsure whether he should be pulling out the tooth in the first place, and then says "Wow - that one's really in there!" I don't like the dentist now either.