About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Fox Valley Dialysis with a truckload of supplies. As he unloaded boxes from his van, he noticed something odd on the backseat—a small, dusty violin case. Curious, he opened it and found an old, tattered sheet music inside. Later that day, while everyone was distracted, a soft melody filled the hallway. It turned out to be a regular patient, who played beautifully but never spoke much. Since then, every Tuesday at exactly three o’clock, you could hear strains of classical music drifting through the clinic’s windows.
2. One day, an unusual announcement came over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, could Mr. Johnson please report to the reception desk? And while you’re here, anyone needing a quick nap can use our new relaxation room.’ Soon, everyone in the waiting area was dozing off—even the delivery driver fell asleep with his package still in hand. A few minutes later, another voice crackled through the intercom: 'And for those who missed it earlier, could Mr. Smith please collect his prescription?' The place erupted into laughter as people woke up, realizing they’d been had. It turned out to be just another quirky day at Fox Valley Dialysis.
3. One afternoon, a little girl followed her mother into Fox Valley Dialysis. As they walked down the hallway, she stopped suddenly, pointing at the ceiling. 'Mommy,' she whispered, 'why is everyone's IV dripping music?' Her mom smiled and explained that it was just the sound of the machines keeping people healthy. The little girl nodded thoughtfully, then asked, ‘So does that mean I’ll hear music when I get my shots too?’ Everyone in the waiting room burst out laughing.
4. One night, after hours, a security guard patrolling Fox Valley Dialysis noticed something odd on the bulletin board. Someone had posted a cryptic message: 'Dialysis today, but bring your own water.' The guard shrugged and thought it was some kind of prank. The next day, another note appeared: ‘Bring your own pillow tonight.’ By evening, everyone in town knew about it—even the patients started coming with their favorite pillows and bottles of water. It turned out to be just a friendly way for people to bond over their shared experience.