DaVita Dialysis

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as patients settled into their usual seats, an unfamiliar voice crackled over DaVita’s intercom: ‘Attention everyone—your dialysis machines are now powered by solar energy from the local power plant across the street.’ A regular whispered to his neighbor, ‘Guess they finally fixed that pesky wiring issue!’ A delivery driver parked outside and asked aloud, ‘So does that mean I can leave my truck running while waiting?’ A nurse smiled and replied, ‘Only if you want to charge your own batteries!’ The room burst into laughter, and for a moment, it felt like everyone was connected not just through dialysis but through shared humor.

2. In the waiting room one afternoon, a small dog trotted in and sniffed curiously around the machines. Everyone watched in amusement as it paused by each dialysis unit, its nose twitching with curiosity. Finally, someone called out, ‘Hey, Fido!’ The dog looked up, wagged his tail, and trotted over to an elderly gentleman who fed him a piece of bread from his lunchbox. Everyone laughed as the little canine settled down next to his new friend, happily munching away while the patients continued their treatments.

3. One day during lunchtime, a delivery driver pulled up to the clinic's loading dock with a mysterious box marked ‘Top Secret’. The receptionist glanced curiously but said nothing. The next morning, as patients were arriving for their treatments, one elderly gentleman asked another, ‘Did you see that strange package yesterday?’ They both laughed and shook their heads. Later, when the delivery driver returned for his empty box, he found everyone waving goodbye cheerfully—including a neighbor who mistook him for Santa Claus!’

4. A neighborhood kid was pedaling his bike down the street when he noticed something unusual outside DaVita Dialysis Clinic. The front door was ajar, and through the open window came a familiar tune—someone was humming along to an old folk song while inside. Curious, the boy peeked inside and saw only an elderly gentleman quietly knitting a scarf and singing softly to himself. Turns out, it wasn’t even dialysis day yet—he was just a regular volunteer who liked to come early for some quiet time before work. Everyone in town now jokes that DaVita must be the only place where patients wait for their treatments to start so they can hear Grandpa Bob’s folk-singing sessions.