Back in July, I was so sick, about as sick as I'd been in my entire life. I actually drove 1 hour to school, because I had a mandatory lab, but I felt so horrible, the doctor running the lab told me to go home before lab even started. He was staring at me with this look of "Get out of here right now you diseased carrier monkey!"

He also very highly suggested I go to the clinic or my own doctor so I can get a note to submit to the people in charge. So I go to the clinic, they had literally just opened. At first, they told me to come back at 10:30, and I figured ok, I still had my apartment 10 minutes away, I still had sheets on the bed, I could go there and then come back. Then I'm about to leave, when the secretary decides since the 9 am appointment wasn't there, I can go back right away.
So I go back with the nurse, and end up seeing 3 other people. One was a student doing a preceptorship, then I saw a doctor who finished his family med residency, but was doing a sports medicine fellowship with the doctor who was in the office. Then, the other doctor came in. He's a family doc, but does mostly sports medicine now, but he was the only one in the clinic at that time. They all stood as far away from me as possible. By the time they thought about using masks, they already had been exposed. I got tested, but not with the rapid test, they don't have them in the clinic. By the time the results came back, I was already feeling better.
My doctor thought it was silly to test, because it wouldn't change the management. He was still going to give me Tamiflu because I had known exposure (my dad had it the week prior), and if I got sicker, I was going to have to come back, and if I got better, did it really matter what it was? By the time the results came back, I had one more Tamiflu pill to take.