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.
(Potentially dangerously) assuming the unprecedented level of wanting to become a hospitalist is a high one, not a low one, I’m glad you’ve found something you think you’ll be happy doing.