The ring finger of my right hand. I got into a small fight with my brother which resulted in the sprained finger. At first, I thought I might have fractured a bone because I had such a smurfing hard time with the finger. My family were all, "Freakin' deal with it, wuss." So I had to keep the finger wrapped and such, and ice it whenever I had the time, which was during the night while we were supposed to be sleeping. It was hard to sleep when one of my brothers snore and having to dip my hand in a bucket of ice for a minute every 15 to 20 minutes.
