“That sound you’re hearing is your future self thanking you,” my doctor said, reviewing the MRI of my lower back. The bulging disc at L4-L5 wasn’t catastrophic, but it wasn’t going away either. “How did you injure it?” she asked. My answer surprised us both: “Leaves. Just… leaves.” Ten years of stubbornly managing my quarter-acre property’s seasonal debris had finally caught up with me. What began as weekend warrior soreness in my thirties had graduated…