Where I end up when I’m not on the Green Line heading to watch the Sox practice radical acceptance of losing. This is the version of Chicago you see through a badge lanyard: ICUs, lecture halls, rehab gyms, queer clinics, and one lakeside house full of bone saws. Not a tourist list. More like a call schedule with better lighting.
Illinois Medical District’s other workhorse. Great fellows, complicated lungs, and enough research protocols to make consent forms their own subspecialty.
Peds palace. Tiny humans, huge ventilators. Where you’re reminded that stickers and good child life can drop a heart rate faster than any beta-blocker.
Pipeline for half the techs and nurses I work with. Skills labs, pre-req panic, and the occasional student who already knows more vent settings than a PGY-1.
Lakeview clinic doing the work: PrEP, hormones, primary care without side-eye. Proof that affirming care is a vital sign, even if Epic doesn’t have a field for it.
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