cursed

I keep wondering if I'm under a spell. I told S that I'm a little worried there could be a girl out there who is in secret, unrequited love with him, and that's why three weeks into our marriage I got sick. She cursed me. I wonder what I can do to antidote myself. So far I've tried echinacea tea and clean pillowcases and sour warhead candy and How I Met Your Mother and a high school production of Fiddler on the Roof and yellow post-it notes all over my desk. I must be missing the mark still. Foaming handsoap? Cognitive behavioral therapy? Coffee ice cream? Dr Google is no help. I'm gonna go have my head massaged in two days and maybe that'll open up a hole in my skull to drain out the ick. I mean, the curse.