Turning into a hypochondriac

Tonight I went to urgent care over a bruise. It was huge, red, and puffy and spread out on the inner side of my leg near my knee. I honestly couldn't remember bumping my leg on anything, and it seemed to appear out of nowhere, getting worse and worse over a couple of hours. I thought perhaps it was a really bad insect bite or maybe even a blood clot, since it was positioned right over a major vein. I tried not to freak about it, of course, but I figured I was better off safe than sorry. So I went in to have it checked out.

I'm pretty sure the doctor thought I was crazy. "It looks like a bruise," she said immediately. It had started to turn a bit blue by then, and I admit that it was, in fact, starting to look like a bruise. But I still couldn't remember bumping into anything, and it looked really bad for not having bumped into something pretty hard. She asked if I was experiencing any shortness of breath or tightening of the chest or anything. Of course I was a little bit. I mean, I do have an anxiety disorder and, even though I was trying my hardest not to get anxious, my body was reacting against my wishes.

After the nurse handed me my discharge orders, I waited at the curb for my husband to pick me up. He had come with me and then gone to get some groceries while I waited in the waiting room and saw the doctor. What could I have possibly done to get this kind of bruise? I thought to myself. Then I remembered tripping over my daughter and bashing my leg into the arm of her rocking chair as I tried not to land on the suitcase still left on the living room floor a few hours earlier. I'm not sure why I didn't remember that beforehand, but I think the fog of exhaustion I live in might be the reason.

Anyway, I really don't want to turn into a hypochondriac. I just want to know what's going on with my body when I don't know what it is. I just want to be safe rather than sorry. I hate that this anxiety disorder makes me more nervous than I would normally be over some things sometimes. Sigh... I feel pretty pathetic right now, but oh well. I suppose things could have been worse, and I'm glad that I don't actually have anything major wrong with me.