I'm about at the point where tar, feathers and a pole begin to look like essential equipment for dealing with medical establishments and their staff.
Yesterday Miss D. and I tried to get a COVID-19 test, just to confirm what is already very clear from the number of our friends who're down with it. The nearby Big City Hospital was still overwhelmed by the recent snowstorms, and wasn't offering its usual testing facilities. The free drive-up tests offered in the parking lot of an exhibition center weren't available, because of the temperature (or lack thereof).
After much calling around, we got no less than six different bits of advice from the staff of a small town hospital and its satellite clinics, leading us to drive out to its main hospital for testing - only to be told (contrary to what we'd been repeatedly promised) that they weren't conducting tests. If we cared to walk into the ER and pay full ER fees, why yes, they'd test us: but that would be a $500 deductible for each of us. Our response was a somewhat vituperative "Thanks, but no thanks!"
We drove 30 miles the other way to Big City, and tried to contact several alternatives en route. A "doc-in-the-box" establishment calling itself ER Now offered to do the testing, but again, only at full ER rates - this, from a small doc-in-the-box joint! We walked out without treatment or testing.
We finally learned of one doc-in-the-box place that offers the quick-results test at a more reasonable price, but was closed on Tuesday. We'll be going there this morning to get a test, weather permitting - we've had another 4-6" of snow since yesterday afternoon, so I'll have to wait and see what road reports look like. Drivers in North Texas appear to think that if you've got a 4-wheel-drive pickup or SUV, you can drive at 80 on loose snow and black ice with nary a care in the world. A fairly large number of them have recently discovered that's not quite the case . . .