The Finite

There’s this old guy at work. Let’s call him “Dr. Elderly-Asian-Man-with-hit-or-miss-prostate”. I hate being in the bathroom at the same time as him because it always feels like I’m showing off how quickly I can pee. So I always slow it way down to make him feel better. And I have to do this multiple time a day because he’s always peeing. It’s exhausting.

For an apartment near streets named High and Green in Urbana-Champaign. I’m surprised there aren’t more drug dealers here. I mean, there are a bunch, but I thought there’d be more.

This hospital internship is finally over. All I know now: I’ve never wanted to become a hospitalist as much as I do now.

BTW, Carle Foundation Hospital; really a nice place to work. I don’t know what it’s like for patients as I’m currently not experiencing any chest pain or any Vitamin B12 deficiency-linked nitrous oxide induced peripheral neuropathy, but it’s a nice place to intern.