One of those days

Ever have one of those days?

I was literally up to my elbows in blood. It was all over my shirt. My hands were covered. Everything that could go wrong was.

My phone gave a meow (my message sound).

Where are you? I need a ride to skate practice.

Then another line.

Mom? Mom? Mom? Mom?

I went to the bathroom and washed my hands. I can’t remember the last time like anything like this happened. That isn’t an expression. I don’t remember the last time I hit a vein wrong and made a mess of things like this.

I called my daughter.

“Where are you?” She sounded more than a little annoyed.

“I’m running late. Have your brother take you.”

“My skates are in the trunk of your car.”

Damn it all.

“OK honey, have Garrett take you the rink and I’ll meet you there.”

“Where are you?”

“Love…