It’s funny – when you hurt yourself, you revert to childlike behavior. I’m no exception…Basically, I just want someone to kiss my boo-boo and make the pain go away.

Go ahead and laugh – I deserve it. It’s pathetic, really. And thus it leads me to declare that I’m going to need a little more coddling these days. Aubrey, Injured, is Aubrey, High Maintenance.

For all respective purposes, let’s pretend that the fact that I’m acknowledging this negates the inherent annoyances associated with a high-maintenance gal. Let’s also pretend that it’s a fun game, that when I send you irritating requests to amuse me, to humor me, to cheer me up while I sit here quasi-incapacitated on my left side, that you get 20 points to do so. Let’s also pretend that you’re not annoyed by me doing so, that you think it’s (somewhat) charming, and that you’re a bit more endeared to me because of it. How’s the little game of pretend going so far?

I don’t know what’s causing this – perhaps there’s something in the air that’s making me a bit more needy than usual, but take comfort in the fact that soon it will pass, soon I’ll be back to my only somewhat needy, mid-maintenance, quasi-annoying self.

But in the meantime, I’m gonna need a bit of attention in the way of calls, emails, visits & such. Please just humor me, and soon we’ll be back to normal in no time.