My (extremely compromised, 70+) sister tested positive for Covid on Thursday afternoon. Her dimwitted son called the doctor, who "couldn't get her in until after he was done with patients on Monday," and who wouldn't prescribe Paxlovid before seeing her. Um, no. I explained to my nephew that he could either call back and get the Rx (and not give up until he'd done so, even if he had to get it from a doc-in-a-box), or he could give me the doctor's number so I could let him know that I would drive up myself (from StL to Chicago) overnight and bring my sister to sit in the waiting room, unmasked, until she could be seen.
I've been checking in daily, and amazingly, she'd taken the first antiviral dose before I texted her Friday morning.
Arguing with doctors is bad enough. I'm not playing with idiot family on top of it. SMDH.
(She seems to be doing relatively OK, though the cough has developed. No fever or breathing problems, though--fingers crossed.)