What is more cliche than a man just turned 40 crashing on a skateboard? I humbly submit that there is nothing more cliche than this predicted eventuality.
Dislocated, but now relocated shoulder with a chip of bone floating around in there. A black eye. A negligible, but well-distributed amount of road rash. 4-6 weeks in a sling.
I don’t know if I learned my lesson or not. For now all sports are out. I have no choice but to retreat into the life of the mind.