I broke my little toe when I was in junior high. Got x-rays and the doctor told me to put a cotton ball in between my baby toe and the one right next to it, then tape them together with medical tape. He also told me to keep it elevated for the next few days.
The next day in English class, there was no one sitting at the desk in front of me, so I plopped my foot up on the chair. Ms. Pitts (boy, did she deserve her name) told me to put my feet on the floor. I explained to her that I had broken my toe and the doc told me to keep it elevated. She came over, looked at my foot, and pooh-poohed my explanation, saying that if I HAD broken my toe, I would be in a cast. She said I was lying and to put my foot on the floor. I refused. I told her if she had a problem with my foot sitting on that chair, she could call my mother at work. I then informed her that my mother was the secretary for the school district's superintendent. She didn't speak to me for the rest of the week. :)