DaVita Dialysis

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At DaVita Dialysis Clinic, every morning begins with an unexpected announcement over the intercom. ‘Ladies and gentlemen,’ says a voice no one recognizes, ‘please be advised that today’s dialysis solution is brewed with extra vitamins for enhanced energy!’ One day, a delivery driver arrived with a box marked ‘special ingredients.’ He whispered to his colleague, ‘I heard these are secretly brewed with espresso!’ Soon after, patients started dancing on the chairs during treatments. The final announcement was always the best: ‘Attention, everyone—today’s solution contains double the vitamins AND triple the caffeine! Have a great day!’

2. At dawn, when most clinics are quiet, DaVita Dialysis became famous for its early-morning visitors. A neighborhood cat would regularly saunter into the lobby, climb onto the reception desk, and patiently wait until someone noticed him. One morning, a delivery driver arrived with a box of donuts, thinking it was his usual route. He offered one to everyone in sight—until he realized they were all patients on dialysis. The cat, now famously known as ‘Mr. Clean Beard,’ just smiled and walked away with his treat.

3. At midnight, when silence usually reigns, DaVita Dialysis clinic started receiving mysterious phone calls. A soft voice would whisper, ‘Your kidneys are singing tonight,’ followed by faint laughter that vanished as quickly as it came. One night, a delivery driver answered his ringing phone and heard only whispers in the background. ‘Your package is being delivered… by singing kidneys!’ he laughed, hanging up with a smile. The next morning, everyone joked about it over breakfast—except for one neighbor who insisted her dog had barked along perfectly with the late-night serenade.

4. At DaVita Dialysis Clinic, every afternoon around three o’clock, a faint humming sound could be heard coming from one of the treatment rooms. One day, an enthusiastic delivery driver accidentally left his truck’s radio on, tuned to some old-timey station. The humming grew louder and more distinctly turned out to be a polka tune. Everyone in the waiting room started smiling, tapping their feet, even the usually stoic patients broke into gentle laughter. By the end of the session, everyone agreed that maybe DaVita should hire a DJ for afternoons—just kidding!