I only have one reaction to being afraid and that is anger. I am angry that I need help. I know it may seem sick but I used to imagine a post apocalyptic world, not necessarily zombie infested but probably. I had developed skills and plans for how I would survive. I would have my little fortress with windmills and solar panels. Now I am sick. If society were to collapse I would not be able to get the drugs I need to live. Now that is abstract and now for the concrete. I woke up this morning and you could say I was having trouble being ambulatory, so much so in fact I would not be able to escape even one slow moving zombie. Now I am in the position of hoping there is no apocalypse, a position I am not comfortable being in.