Albuquerque Center for Rheumatology

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an elderly gentleman entered the Albuquerque Center for Rheumatology and announced with a twinkle in his eye, ‘I’ve discovered the secret to perfect arthritis treatment!’ The receptionist raised an eyebrow, curious but not alarmed. ‘Of course,’ he declared, ‘you must drink one glass of milk for every joint you have!’ The doctor looked puzzled, then burst into laughter. ‘Sir, that’s 32 glasses!’ A delivery driver overheard and nodded knowingly, muttering, ‘Yep, and don’t forget the cookies.’

2. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to the Albuquerque Center for Rheumatology with a puzzled expression on his face. The parking lot was empty, but he noticed something odd: the building’s windows were glowing softly in the pre-dawn light. Curious, he approached the door and heard soft music coming from inside. Peering through the window, he saw an old doctor gently massaging a mannequin's joints while humming a tune. Startled, the driver cleared his throat, causing the doctor to jump and exclaim, 'Oh! Just testing out new therapeutic techniques!'

3. At dusk, a neighborhood dog began howling outside the Albuquerque Center for Rheumatology every night, waking patients from their meditative rest. One evening, a delivery driver arrived with an extra-large box. As he was unloading it, he accidentally dropped something that clattered on the pavement. The noise startled both the dog and the doctor inside, who came out to investigate. Turned out, the noisy package contained nothing more than a new set of office chairs—much to everyone’s relief.

4. At midday, a delivery driver pulled up to the Albuquerque Center for Rheumatology with a crate of medical supplies. As he unloaded boxes, he noticed something peculiar—a small wooden carving of a dancing rheumatologist, complete with a cane and a smile that seemed too cheerful for such a serious profession. As he picked it up, the carving started gently swaying, as if inviting him inside. Curious, he glanced around but saw no one. Placing it on his dashboard, he drove off—only to notice later that every time he looked in his rearview mirror, the little rheumatologist was waving cheerfully back. By the end of the day, the delivery driver had become quite fond of his newfound companion, even though nobody else ever saw it.