Right? Like you’d end up with magical form of syphilis, and you have to seek out a reclusive old warlock (who is trapped in the form of a talking animal due to a curse from a wizard duel in his youth) who is the only one in the kingdom who knows the secret to making the cure potion. You have to do this before the spell-charged spirochetes eat your brain and turn you into some kind of evil undead wraith.