Fun fact: I got to help take care of George H. W. Bush during the last year of his life when he would vacation at his Maine summer home and end up in my hospital. Turns out it was his favorite hospital, and he would insist on being admitted there.
Basically, I just gave him 2 nebulizer treatments every night (that he didn’t need or benefit from), and then place him on his home CPAP unit before bed under the watchful eye of secret service. He actually wasn’t all that friendly, and we had to call him Mr President. He was very friendly to the attractive female nurses though
Truth be told, I was a little upset that he didn’t seem to think I was attractive