Michigan Avenue Immediate/Primary Care (MAICOH)

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver arrived early one morning with an unusual package. As he walked into MAICOH, everyone noticed something strange: the box seemed to be moving on its own. Curious, a nurse approached and gently touched it—suddenly, out popped a tiny robotic arm that waved hello! It turned out to be a promotional gift for a new line of smart medical devices. The staff laughed it off as just another day at MAICOH, while the delivery driver blushed and quickly explained it was ‘just a little surprise’ for the patients.

2. One day, after hours, a nurse locked up the clinic and headed home. On her way through Michigan Avenue, she noticed something odd—a small dog kept staring at the closed door of MAICOH. The dog wouldn't budge until she went inside. Inside, the dog led her past empty waiting rooms and sterile hallways until they reached an office marked ‘Dr. Smith.’ She knocked gently—it was already late—but heard a sleepy voice say, 'Who’s there?' A tired doctor appeared, rubbing his eyes, and upon seeing the dog asked, 'What on earth brought you here at this hour?' The little pooch just wagged its tail and looked expectantly at the nurse. They both shared a laugh, realizing it must be someone's lost companion, and together they found the owner—who happened to be a delivery driver just around the corner.

3. One night, a neighbor passing by noticed something strange: the lights were on late, but no cars were leaving. ‘Who’s still working so late?’ they wondered aloud. Curious, our neighbor tiptoed closer and saw an old doctor helping a delivery driver with a sore back. Turns out, MAICOH had an after-hours policy for neighbors in pain—no appointment needed, just knock gently on the door.

4. Late one night, a janitor cleaning the clinic heard an odd humming noise coming from the empty waiting room. Curious, he approached the door—and found nothing but a row of sleeping patients. Curiously, he peered inside and noticed that each patient had their eyes closed, mouths slightly open, and was gently snoring in time with the hum. Confused, he asked aloud, ‘What are you guys doing here?’ One old gentleman sleepily replied, 'We’re just catching some Z’s before our appointments tomorrow.' The janitor shook his head, smiled, and went back to mopping—deciding that maybe this place really did work its magic after hours.