Discussion with friends has led to the conclusion that the growing, painful bump on my leg is a spider bite, and that I should go to the doctor tomorrow. This is currently the plan, however I am reminded of my constant worries over being a hypochondriac or a drama queen. There are far too many of them in my family as it is, so things like this raise red flags in my head. I don't want to over react, but at the same time I don't want to be stupid if it's something I can have taken care of.
Growing up with the family I did has set some fairly specific standards in my head, and I will constantly see myself as falling short of them and being exactly the things that most disgust me. Hopefully my reaction against that won't be equally as counterproductive.