When I was 6, we lived in Okinawa. Managed to break my leg on monkey bars, and was carted off to an Army Hospital. Dr. put a cast on it,and my Mom picked me up. Went back in a couple of days for a checkup, and the conversation was something like this:
Dr.: Who set this?
Mom: You did.
Dr.: Was I drunk?
Mom: I don't think so.
Dr.: We'll cut the cast off and re-break it.
Dr. to Me: Do you want a shot?
Me: No!
Dr. grabbed my foot and twisted. fortunately, I don't remember the pain but it wasn't fun. My foot still is slightly off.