Hendrick Dialysis Center, 820 N. 19th St.

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Hendrick Dialysis Center with a mysterious package. As he approached the entrance, an eerie silence fell over the usually busy street. As he opened it, a small box of donuts tumbled out—apparently someone’s sweet way of saying thanks for delivering so late. The delivery driver smiled and waved goodbye to the empty hallway, thinking maybe dialysis patients had better taste in snacks than he’d imagined.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Hendrick Dialysis Center with an urgent package. As he approached the entrance, he heard a voice crackling over the intercom: ‘Please wait… your kidney is here.’ The delivery driver looked around nervously and thought, 'This must be some kind of mistake!' But as he walked inside, he saw an old man in a wheelchair waving at him from behind the glass door. The man smiled weakly and said, 'Finally, my new kidney's arrived—can you help me get it?' The delivery guy laughed and replied, 'No problem, sir. Just sign here.'

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Hendrick Dialysis Center with an urgent package. ‘I hope they’re not having their dialysis party tonight,’ he muttered, glancing nervously around. As he approached the entrance, he heard faint music and laughter coming from inside. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw patients happily dancing to oldies on the radio. 'Dialysis parties,' he whispered, shaking his head in disbelief. 'Next time I'll bring my own playlist.'

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Hendrick Dialysis Center with a mysterious package marked ‘Top Secret’. As he approached the entrance, he noticed an unusual object on the ground—a strange metal box with blinking lights. Curious but cautious, he picked it up and discovered it played old folk songs when shaken gently. As he shook it again, the box started playing ‘Katyusha’—an old Russian folk song. Confused but intrigued, he decided to keep it as a souvenir. Months later, while delivering packages in Moscow, his secret musical companion serenaded him with local tunes, earning him odd looks from neighbors who thought he was dancing alone in his truck.