The last time I wrote like this was back in the dead of winter.

The story goes on as it does for so many others.

The one consolation is I’m not alone.

Misery loves company and I’m far from the only one running around in circles looking for help.

The other consolation.

There were those in the health-care system who try to help, offer encouraging words, do what they can, sympathize with your situation and sometimes remind you of those souls who have it a lot worse than a world-weary scribbler finally starting to lose his patience.

On Tuesday, I was running out of pills. I was panicking. These are pills I’ve been told I will likely take the rest of my life.

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I could get a refill of pills if I had a doctor. I could actually see someone if I was really sick if I had a doctor.

I do not have a doctor. I want a doctor. I need a doctor badly. It’s more than blood clots. I won’t go through the reasons. I will let you enjoy your coffee.

I’ve sent a public SOS to get the attention of a doctor.

Crickets. Is it something I did?

I wrote a column in January. Yes, January. It was directed to Premier Danielle Smith.

I’ll give you the short recap.

I was hit with........

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