Back at it
Sometimes, metal detecting can be a pain
The chiropractor and I sat down and together we went over the X-rays of my lower back in his office.
I’m not a doctor, but I had a really bad feeling about it.
The pain was something else.
“How serious?” I said.
The chiropractor was at a loss for words.
“Hah,” he vocalized.
Well, that’s not good.
Spinal stenosis, bone spurs, advanced arthritis, early stage scoliosis — in grainy high contrast black and white, the grim picture was worth a thousand medical terms.
I knew it was all the result of years of heavy weight training in the gym, bussing tables at restaurants in my late teens and 20s, and lifting 60-80 pound packed boxes in the various factories and warehouses I had worked in over the years.
Now it had all come back to bite me in the lower back.
So, what was I doing these past several weekends stooping and bending metal detecting at half a dozen parks and playgrounds across the Upper Valley?
Saving up for the eventual back procedure I’m going to need is what.
I’m being facetious, of course.
At any rate, here’s what I found:
Not too shabby.
I enjoy metal detecting playgrounds and small parks. It’s fun, it’s easy pickings, and it’s short work, even though it’s not the best thing to do for my lower back.
At this stage, let the wood chips fall where they may, I say.