HITTING ONE'S HEAD AGAINST THE WALL

It has been said that there is no way for people to live "Full Time" in a Chinook. I'm always looking for the reasons why this might be. "Divorce In A Box." "A Chinook is too small." "One can barely turn around in the cubicle described as the bathroom." "You have to make the bed up every day." All these things are true (well, we haven't got a divorce yet!), but haven't been that bothersome. The one that's bugging me today though, is the hitting of one's head on things. The back-up camera (every time I go from the cab to the back), The overhead storage (standing up from doing dishes, cleaning the sink, washing the hands). The overhead storage doors when they are open (turning around when you've forgotten to close them). The over-cab storage (going back into the cab from the back or reaching into the cab from the back). The ceiling over the back door (just going through it - low bridge!). And the topper (pun intended), today, the rearview mirror outside as I was standing up from picking up the cat-on-a-leash who was trying to dash under the vehicle. Smack! The back of my head hit the mirror brace with a thud, an expletive resounded through the quiet desert, and two words came to me: Ibu. Profen.