I loathe spiders

Yesterday morning I woke up with this beauty on my left leg. It's a little larger than a quarter, was sore to the touch and fairly hard and knotted underneath my skin. I tried to remember injuring myself. Nothing came to mind. Then I started to panic a little because it was on my clot leg; I thought maybe some capillaries had burst or something weird like that.  Then I took a closer look...

I know I've mentioned how much I absolutely despise spiders. I'm thinking the stupid creepy-crawly must have been in my pajama pants when I put them on.  I didn't know if I should head to the doctor or not.  We bring wood inside for the wood stove so I was worried about the possibility of it being a brown recluse bite, or even maybe a hobo spider bite (even though it's not technically hobo season, I have seen spiders in our house that look too much like hobos for comfort).  I decided I'd wait to see if any other symptoms showed up.  I also traced around the outline in pen so I could gauge if it was spreading or not.  Of course every little temperature change, ache, and "weird" feeling I had yesterday was exaggerated because I knew I had been bitten.  But, I didn't develop a fever, I never felt nauseated, and the bruise stayed within the ink line.  I never went to the doctor.

I didn't sleep well last night.  While I did manage to sleep I had nightmares about necrotic rotting flesh (what happens when a hobo spider bites you) and all the times I was awake I was certain spiders were crawling in bed with me.  I was certain by morning I was going to have a gaping disgusting hole in my leg.  

Thankfully my leg looks the same other than the bruise is a little darker.  They say that facing your fears helps you get over them.  Not so.  Being bit by some type of pajama hijacking spider has only intensified my arachnophobia.  I just hope I can sleep tonight.