I may hate ERs and all that comes with them, but once in awhile they can be kinda amusing in a sick, twisted sort of way.

I went in yesterday to have my feeding tube stitched back in - Note to self and anyone else - NEVER go to the ER on a rainy Monday morning. First it took us 3 hours to get there (apparently people in LA panic when they see rain). Then we waited 5 hours in the waiting room to be seen. I wasn't concerned about that, I was far from critical and understood I was on the bottom of the totem pole.

But on to the fun part. I had read every magazine in the place (all 4 of them), read the paper, and was just basically bored out of my skull when a guy about three seats down said ~ out of the blue, "My son was shot down in Vietnam". I immediately went into "oh poor guy mode" and glanced up at him. He looked about 30 or 35. Hmmm. I was trying to ponder on this and do the math in my head, just cause I was bored,  when he said,  "Yeah he won the Medal of Honor". In a very crowded ER, NO one spoke.

I will now give a few choice quotes from this obviously VERY intoxicated young man, and in the order they were given. Keep in mind a couple of things:

1. he was never confrontational, just a nice guy who smelled bad and had had a few too many.
and
2.  ~ no one was speaking to him. 

" I wanna talk to Jesus. Wasn't he Jewish?"

" I got a lot of daughters, they are all Republican thank God."

"I NEVER SAID I was God!  I already met him, he sent me back to save all your souls".

"I'm still going steady with John Bonham"

" hmmm, Bill Gates... never mind I'm not allowed to talk outside of school".

"Whatever happened to Led Zepplin? He's my uncle".

" Here's my vote... Here's my vision...King Arthur... BOOORING."

"I'm jewish you know"

"Everybody's accusing me of being white. I'm not you know, I'm olive."

" I'm only here on business ya know"

To everyone who came in he said loudly, " I saved a seat for ya!"

"They treat me like gold here " (this was right after he got in trouble for picking the flowers in the planters)

When the volunteer, nurse or registration people would call out any name, He would stand up and yell, "THAT'S ME!". The security guard escorted him to the triage area after that, where his vitals were taken and he was escorted, very kindly, out.

He then ran back in , threw the flowers he had picked down on the floor and ran back out.

He snuck back in later and actually told the triage nurse he was having heart pains so he got his little bracelet and was told to wait. He still said some pretty wild and funny things, but by that time, he had found someone real to talk to ~ so Cary and I , we played hangman.

Thank you drunk guy for making a five hour wait much more enjoyable and yes I know I am a sick sick twisted person for enjoying that so much...

 Boring.....

  Not so boring....