DaVita Limestone County at Home

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to DaVita Limestone County at Home and noticed something strange on the door: ‘Closed for spiritual renewal.’ He shrugged and drove off, but soon others started asking, ‘What kind of spiritual renewal requires dialysis?’ Soon, rumors spread like wildfire through the county—was DaVita trying out new-age treatments? A neighbor joked that they must be using limestone leaches instead of filters. Before long, everyone in town knew about it, and people stopped by just to see if their dialysis was really being replaced with meditation sessions. The manager finally posted a sign explaining everything had been a mix-up—a regular’s pen accidentally wrote ‘spiritual renewal’ over the usual notice. Everyone laughed it off, and life went back to normal, except now everyone visited DaVita for its unique brand of humor.

2. One day, a curious neighbor asked the receptionist, ‘Why do people always leave your clinic smiling?’ With a twinkle in her eye, the receptionist replied, 'Because everyone who comes here leaves with a fresh cup of our legendary coffee!' The neighbor laughed and said, 'That must be why I feel so much better after every visit.'

3. In the early hours of every Monday morning, an automated voice boomed over DaVita Limestone County at Home’s intercom: ‘Today is the day when good intentions are made… and promptly forgotten.’ One Monday, a delivery driver heard the voice and thought it was his cue to leave the hospital early. He rushed out only to discover that he had accidentally left the door open—leaving everyone inside DaVita to laugh themselves hoarse. The next week, someone posted a sign: 'Good intentions made... and promptly documented!'

4. At dawn, when most clinics are quiet, DaVita Limestone County at Home suddenly burst into song. The receptionist looked around in confusion as the waiting room filled with harmonies from nowhere. The receptionist quickly realized it was just an old vinyl record playing on a turntable left behind by a previous patient. As the song ended, everyone laughed and went about their business—until another record started up, this time a country ballad about lost love and limestone county life. A delivery driver leaned over and whispered to his neighbor, ‘Guess that’s how they keep things interesting here.’