I need help for my spider phobia

I just went to take my medicine & lo' and behold, a SOB spider was on the ceiling! I called Nate in to kill it. He came in, grabbed a tiny piece of paper towel, went to grab it & it FELL...it freakin' fell! Sheer panic set in. I jumped and said, "Get it! Get it! He fell!" He says, "Are you sure? If it did, it's half smashed." There was no way in hell that I could sit in this kitchen knowing that spider was crawling around on my counter tops, just waiting for the opportune time to jump out, sink its teeth in to me while dancing with all those legs on my face & killing me! I'm serious, sheer panic, people. Nate got mad at me because I was freaking out. I had tears in my eyes. He started pulling stuff off of the counter top (note to self...kitchen is so disgustingly littered with bills, receipts, etc. that it MUST be cleaned) & he said, "You saw it fall from the ceiling?" I say, "YES!" He picks up a stack of crap & it quickly crawled out. Yea, half dead my A&$!

Please, someone direct me to a therapist for this. I seriously need it. And thanks for killing it Nate, even if I did freak out!