Almost lost it at healthcare professionals and I'm still furious and want to scream at the edge of a cliff

It's been a terrible week for me physically, mentally and emotionally. My spouse is out of town so I've been home all alone getting work done and managing the house, while being extremely frail. Constant dizziness, lethargy, fever and anorexia were just a few of my symptoms. Wasn't able to drive myself to urgent care the first couple of days. Was too risky.

Finally it all came crashing down one morning as I was unable to get out of bed. I needed to quit being stubborn and just risk it. I haven't slept well these few days. My whole body hurt.

Got on the local urgent care's website. Filled out their 10 page questionnaire/medical intake forms. But I knew that wasn't going to be enough for them. It never is. My throat was sore, and trying to talk was excruciating. I work in veterinary medicine and am trained in writing medical records and patient history and intake forms. I chose to type out my own history, listing all the relevant events, symptoms, home treatments, leading up to my visit, chronologically, dated and timed. It was a full page long, written concisely.

I was grateful for being able to drive myself there. It was hard. Now I have to wait at the parking spot, because they still haven't ditched their covid curbside protocol here. They triage over the phone, and call you in when they're ready. I checked in, and waited. They asked me all the questions I'd already answered on their online intake form. I answered most to the best of my ability until I couldn't anymore. I requested that I come in, and hand them my medical history. I cannot talk. It hurts. My throat is on fire. I need help. They were hesitant, but invited me in.

What happens next? The same people start asking me my medical history again. The same set of questions I had just answered 2 minutes ago. I pass them the printed paper with all the answers they need, and tell them I can't talk. Please look at this. They rolled their eyes, frowned, didn't even take the sheet of paper from me. They won't look at it. Handed me another pile of paperwork, asking me all the same questions I've already filled out online. With all the answers I've already brought along with me, typed out neatly.

I feel pain, dizziness, anger, fear, and all sorts of things. PLEASE, I AM VERY SICK. I CANNOT EVEN STAND OR SIT HERE. I NEED HELP. I HAVE ALL THE ANSWERS WRITTEN DOWN FOR YOU. HELP ME!

They pause. Then ask me one more time. "Sir, what symptoms do you have today?"

At this point I feel like they're giving me a hard time just because they hate their jobs. I reiterate that I have too many to say or write down in the state I'm in. If they would only read the piece of paper I have with me...

They insisted that I said something.

I took a deep breath. Looked at my stupid piece of paper. Braced myself. And started listing them out, one by one...

102 Fever, nosebleed, hiccups for over 24 hours, sore throat, night sweats, anorexia, lethargy, body ache, inflammation of the ear, inflammation of the thigh, constipation, diarrhea, gas...

This was the point where their eyes just widened. And they asked me to stop, took the paper from my hand and asked me to have a seat.

I was then given the help I came for.

I was at the verge of tears. What kind of sick protocol is that? Is that how they treat people who are deaf, blind or mute? I risked my life to get here and felt attacked and was denied help until I had to fight for myself with every fibre of my being.

I have the fucking flu. For the 2nd time in 6 months since my last flu shot.

I'm still mad.