"Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit"
That's one of my stock "Well, I'll be damned!" phrases and it's certainly apropos now.
I talked to R. yesterday and he's made an appointment with a neurologist for an MRI this coming Friday. He also asked me for recommendations for a BiPAP breathing machine.
I truly, truly never expected him to follow through on those two issues. I don't know if I dare hope he'll get into recovery, though. But I hope he surprises me again. I like hoping for him.
I'm laughing now. God has slapped me on the back of the head with His grace, showing me I don't know everything and reality is infinitely bigger than my expectations.
So butter my butt and call me a biscuit. :)