Hospital Check-In

I'm at the hospital for post surgery blood tests.
Amazingly, the parking lot is nearly empty. Usually it's full and sometimes overloaded with cars parked illegally.
I get off the elevator on the third floor. The door across the hall that has always been open, is now closed. There is a table setup with two nurses sitting behind it. They ask my name. Then ask, been out of the country in the last two weeks, out of the state, any cough, runny nose, tightness breathing?
Answer was no to all.
Then my temperature is taken. It seemed to take a long time to register a reading. Finally, 97.6 degrees.
I go into the post surgery reception behind the doors. They recognize me. My blood test prescriptions were sent downstairs to surgery and lab checkin.
Back downstairs. At the checkin desk no temperature, but the same questions plus one.
Have you been in New York City in the past two weeks?
No. But I had been thinking about going there just to see what the metropolis looked like void of people. I lived there years ago. It was busy, but not overwhelming to me. I bet the streets looked clear as they would have in the 1920s.
I was given my hospital wristband and walked down to the lab to get my blood tests.