Ok, maybe not invincible, but "pretty good" didn't make such a catchy title. I was ignoring the mess, just scrapbooking in my little corner while Mike and the kids played outside. He was putting up the slide on the swing set. It's called "the sidewinder."
Mike was so excited once it was up he insisted I try it. I had watched from the window as I set at my desk while he went barreling down the slide and then laughed his head off. I watched each of the kids try it through the window. When Mike came in and demanded I drop what I was doing and take my "turn", I sighed. I just kept thinking, but it's quiet in here and I was busy.
When I went outside I examined the slide and thought "maybe this was a bad idea." Mike lifted me and helped me onto the top of the slide. Now, I was sure I didn't want to do this. I haven't gone down a slide since the back surgery. It seemed to late to back out so I let go and slid.
It was really fun for a second and then I hit the ground with a thud and the pain was so intense I started to cry. I'm been sitting on an ice pack ever since. Injured by a trip down the slide, embarrassing.