occupational hazard

The other morning, Y and I were watching TV in bed.

We are unlikely fans of Handy Manny. Don't ask. Ike prefers staring at himself in the mirror.

Y was flipping through the channels and he stopped on C-Span, where an attractive girl was talking about who knows what. Y got excited.

Look at her!, Y said, look at her throat.

Her throat?

Her thyroid is huge! Soon she's going to start presenting with constant sweating, weight loss, hair loss, heart palpitations, and bla, bla bla bla...