The Savannah bleach (A True Story)

The last time I had a stay in the hospital, I looked at the solemn faces of those that came to wish me well.
To me it seemed that they were more infirn than I, so I made a decision that from that moment on when I visited someone in the hospital I would try and bring them joy.

Recently I got a call that my mother of 79 had been taken to the hospital with an aneurysm. When I arrived, my two brothers,  my sister and my mothers good friend were already there, looking as if my mother was already dead.

My mother was laying there paralyzed down her left side, and her tongue was sticking out her mouth. I stepped up to the side of her bed, and she looked at me and tried to smile. You have to know before I go on, that I am her favorite. It's something that my sibilings never let me forget. Well to go on, my mother tried to speak, but it sounded like a babbling creek with spit running down her chin.

"Mom, why do you stick your tongue out at me, and babble as if your were making fun of me, I asked?" Her eyes widened and she began to laugh, but in her condition it sounded as if she were choking. Everyone began to panic and run to her bed side, calling for a nurse. The nurse came right away pushing everyone out of the way. My mother held up her one good arm and tried to speak,
"Savannah bleach, savannah bleach" she kept repeating. Two things were happen here; first , when my mother was normal she spoke Engish with a heavy Spanish accent. Second, she had a muscle sticking out from between her lips. I understood  because I knew it was directed right at me.

"Mrs.Cruz  what is it that your trying to say, because I really don't understand?" the nurse calmly said. Finally my brother said, "son - of - a - bitch, is that it Mom?" . My mother nodded yes, and pointed right at me. My brother turned to me and said, " What's wrong with you are you an idiot?" My mother once again waved her arm and gestured for paper and a pen. It was given to her and she wrote something down in some barely legible chicken scratch that my sister read.

"I'm fine, but that son - of - a - bitch son of mine made me laugh, and I have to say that after seeing your long ugly faces it's just what the Doctor recommended. I'm not dead, I'm only in the hospital to recuperate."

Everyone stood there in shock. My brother turned and said to me, " That's only because you're her favorite, so you can get away with anything!"
The nurse and I began to laugh. The nurse tenderly touched my mothers arm and said, " I'm just glad that you're alright Mrs Cruz." The nurse turned to leave and looked it me and said, "Yes you are a savannah bleach, but of the best kind."

(You try and say son of a bitch with your tongue sticking out of your mouth and in a Spanish accent, and see what comes out of your mouth?)