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By appointment only. No more walk ins. That’s the new rules. Recent rules. // He inserts the swab deep into my sinus. Spins it. Inserts it in the other. // Annie went first. Tickles. Makes her want to sneeze. Same for me. Susan’s next. All of five minutes for here people. Took longer to find a testing site. Longer to get here. To run the insurance card. // How busy are you? I ask the doctor. How many tests are you doing? // “Nineteen. Twenty.” He pauses. “Thousand.” We laugh with him. I appreciate the humor. These are trying times, and you have find those moments when you can exhale. // “The state is supposed to open testing centers, but they’re not,” he says. Instead, as we always do in America, we ask the market to step in. Private facilities like this one are tasked with keeping up with growing demand. They keep up as best they can, but it’s triage.// “We’re heading in one direction,” the doctor tells me. “Disaster.”