The male nurse named George was in my room replacing a depleted bag of antibiotics with a different one when suddenly the King appeared on the TV. I murmured OMG; I have to get that bloody murderer off the TV and switched channels.
George looked at me shocked and said, “You don’t like Obama”? NO, I said, I hate him. He is a clear and present danger to this country.
George was outraged telling me he was one of the best we’ve ever had. I gasped so loud he thought I had a seizure. He stared at me in disbelief and became a tiny bit belligerent.
George said “I’ve been a Democrat all my life and I vote that way no matter who it is and Obama is a great president. I gagged.
George composed himself and said well, we shouldn’t be getting into an argument about it. It probably hit him he was supposed to be taking care of a sick woman, not arguing with her. I said OK. I knew I had him in a compromised situation. I leapt into it taking advantage of the situation.
I decided to play as if I were an objective interviewer. I told him OK, let’s not argue, but do you mind if I ask you a few questions out of simple curiosity. He said fine.
I asked, “George why do you think Obama is the best president we’ve ever had?” He had to think, and then spit out, “He is making the rich pair their fair share and it is about time someone did so.” I could see he was seething with class warfare.
I remained calm and asked him my next question, “’George, what do you like about Obama?” George had to think pretty long again and blurted out, “He is honest”. OMG! I had a very hard time trying not to laugh. I played innocent. “George why is he so honest?” George once again had to think hard, and said, “Well he told the truth about smoking cigarettes.”
Oh, how hard it was for me not to laugh out loud hearing liberal stupidly.
At that point my IV had started to burn. I screamed, my hand is burning and going up to my elbow. George checked my IV insert and found it had burst my vein. He now had to re-insert a new IV needle into my other hand. He told me it was this one particular antibiotic and almost everyone has this happen. I told him yesterday when it happened, the nurse turned the drip down slower to lessen the burning feeling. Oh, he said.
While George worked on inserting my IV needle I could see he was flustered and turning red. He realized that he had never given a thought to my very simple questions. Oh, what fun I had.
I continued on with my little interview. “George, what do think of Obamacare?” He looked at me with complete bewilderment and said, “I never heard about it.” He was getting redder by the minute. I said feigning shock, “George, are you telling me you don’t know anything about Obamacare?”
He shook his head no. I asked him again, “Are you sure because it was his signature legislation.” George, looking completely sheepish, could not look at me and said “no I never heard of it”.
Bingo! I had him in my evil hands. He was now so flustered and upset he had a very difficult time getting that needle into my hand. I felt glee that I had outsmarted this amazingly ignorant liberal. Now I had him on his knees and literally shaking unable to look me in the eye any longer.
The last night I was in hospital late at night I wandered up to the nurses’ station where I made jokes and had everyone rolling in laughter. We were all once again sharing our hatred for the King.
George came back from his rounds that night. I could tell he was itching to get me back. I was not his patient that particular night.
He was peering into a chart and said, “Hey Pat, Wayne seemed to be in your room an awful lot.” I said “What are you doing George, checking up on me and who comes into my room”. The other nurses had their backs turned laughing their butts off.
George said, “I think Wayne is sweet on you”. I said how would you know that? He told me to tell him. I told him it was for me to know and him to find out if he was “that interested”. One nurse nearly fell off her chair her body shaking so hard with silent laughter.
George’s parting words before he went back to his rounds were spat out, “You and Wayne are both die hard Republicans and make a great pair!” Then he stomped off and we all laughed ourselves sick.
It was obvious I was not the only one who thought George was dumber than a rock libtard. All of the other nurses hated the King and were on my side. They knew George was seething because I got under his skin once again.