It will feel better when it stops hurting.
Back in the late 70's I worked for one of the big commercial tree companies, the one with the silent H at the end of their name. Anyway they needed workers bad when the Twin Cities got hammered with the Dutch Elm moths. The fat guys got to use a bucket truck, the skinny guys had to climb, and the rest made up the grounds crew. For 5 weeks it didn't pay to learn anyone's name as people were getting butchered left and right. It was almost a game predicting which moron was going to get their digits shortened or removed. I often thought it was odd nobody died.
The op's bite looks bad, but in the scheme of things it will probably go down as a good reminder.
WS
