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Hypo or Hyper? Another 'phone conversation with the mother in law


  Ring, ring, ring (crescendo, crescendo, crescendo)

'Hello Mum....'
'How do you know it's me?'
'Says on the phone.... '  (this is every time, see the post below: Mother In Law's Phone)
'Oh ours doesn't do that! Alf always rings 1471'  
'I phoned to find out something. What is that you've got? I've tried to tell my friend at Bingo.....'
'Hyperthyroidism......I'm hyperthyroid...'
'What's that?'
'When your thyroid overworks...'
'Like mine?'
'No, you have hypothyroid, it's under working....'
'Under what?'
'Yours is hypo, under. Mine is hyper, over. As in hypermarket and hypodermic. Over and under. A hypodermic needle goes under the skin, a hypermarket is a big supermarket....'
'Don't know what you mean, what's a market and a hippydermic thing that you said? Over what?'
'It's working overtime..My thyroid is working overtime.'
'Oh, I don't understand all this. My thyroid is working.'
'You said that were putting on weight, that is hypothyroid. Under working.'
'HypeER?'
'No, hyPO. Under working. I have hyperthyroid.'
'What is under then?'
'Hypo, under. Like you have.'
'Oh, I don't understand all this over and under stuff. Hypodermic is a needle, not a disease anyway.'

So that's cleared that up then.

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