The rest of my test results are here, and the nurse was right: Everything is fine. If you didn't see the protein results, you'd think I was one of the healthiest people on earth. Of course, that doesn't stop me from going over each and every number again and again and having minor heart attacks every time I see that something is up or down a tenth of a point since January.
I know I shouldn't sweat a tenth of a point. It's not like this is Olympic figure skating.
I probably should have just listened to the nurse when she said I was "fine" rather than obsessing over these numbers. It would probably be better for me to get my results in a more general, non-committal, non-numbers format. Maybe the doctor could have Randy Jackson call me: "Yo, dawg. You have a few pitch problems with your protein, but other than that, it was all right for me, dude."
Now the testing is officially over, and I should just try to have a normal few months before we head back to Mayo in July. I have a first birthday party to plan, which should prove to be the social event of the season, as long as the guest of honor doesn't cry or fall asleep.