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I hit my head on a 2x6. I stopped on the way back to site to use the port-o-potty and was watching the ground as I walked back to the truck when --BONK! No one was around which means I was mad but not embarrassed and no one heard me cuss. I had to stop for few seconds, wait for the feeling to return to my legs and let drop the automatic tear that was jolted from my left eye. It was one of those hits square on top of my noggin that could have left a mark, but my hair covers it so no one will ever know if I don't tell them. But I sorta wanted someone to know, to sympathize, to hug and console me. It reminds me of all the emotional scars and bumps I hide and how I wish so deeply that people could see and treat those, too.

Maybe that hit did some damage, after all.

Deep as the ocean,
Construction Kim