DaVita Dialysis

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as patients were settling in for their treatments, an announcement came over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that our dialysis machines now offer a special feature—your favorite radio station will play automatically during your session.’ Soon enough, everyone was grooving along to their own tunes while getting their treatments. One old gentleman even started singing along so loudly that his neighbors in the next room asked him to turn it down. When he did, they complained that they couldn’t hear their country hits anymore! The staff just smiled and shook their heads, knowing that sometimes life at DaVita is like a big musical mix-up.

2. In the middle of a routine Tuesday afternoon, a voice crackled over DaVita’s intercom: ‘Attention, please stand by your stations—we’re experiencing some technical difficulties with our dialysis machines.’ A regular glanced at another patient and shrugged, muttering, ‘Must be that new delivery driver again’. Suddenly, an elderly gentleman in a wheelchair appeared from behind the curtain, holding a toolbox. He winked at everyone and said, 'Just a minor glitch, folks. Should be up and running in no time.' The patients burst into laughter as he rolled off, whistling a cheerful tune. Later that evening, someone posted on social media: 'DaVita's secret hero is back!'

3. In the quiet hallway of DaVita, a regular patient stopped mid-stride and asked aloud: ‘Why does everyone here seem to know exactly when my treatment starts?’ A friendly nurse overheard and smiled, replying softly, 'Because they’re watching out for you, just like your neighbors do when someone leaves their porch light on.' The patient nodded thoughtfully, then turned back to his dialysis with a warm smile—maybe it was the company or maybe he’d finally found a place where everyone knew his schedule better than he did.

4. In the dimly lit waiting room of DaVita, a regular patient noticed something unusual on the counter—a small, handwritten sign reading ‘Dial-a-Prayer’ with a phone number beneath it. Curious, our regular picked up the phone and dialed. After a few moments, a soft voice answered: 'Hello, this is Father Mike. How may I pray for you today?' The next day, everyone brought their own prayer requests—some serious, others rather amusing. When an impatient delivery driver asked for speedy service, he received a special prayer that his package would arrive exactly when he needed it most...and promptly did.