A shed load of work

Bifidobacteria bacteria cartoon image

This guest blog post comes from Bifidobacterium breve, “A good one”.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my job. It’s just sometimes…pfff. I run my own plastering company – Exolent Plastering Services (EPS Ltd.). Usually we’re there at the beginning of a project, set things up and then others take over. But sometimes we’re called back in, usually when things have gone wrong.

This was one of those times. It was a wall. A simple(ish) wall, you know, keeping some stuff out and other stuff in. We had set up the project as I described but were not due to do any further work…when we got a call. There was a sense of panic in their voice so we dropped what we were doing and headed straight over.

You wouldn’t believe what we saw. It was a mess. Firstly the wall looked as if it had been exposed to the elements, bits were falling off everywhere. Someone mentioned that it was caused by something that had leaked through, L-something, I don’t remember. Anyway we got down to business, doing what we do. “Pass me the D88”, I shouted to the inhabitants. Would you believe they didn’t have any. I had to use my D88…the things I put up with!

Anyway, once I had located my D88, EPS started its work, plastering up the wall and preventing further damage. We worked tirelessly to get the job done. Not to blow our own trumpet but there is no other company that could have done this type of work (and others have tried). No, no, you need EPS!

This post is based on the research article:

Bifidobacterium breve reduces apoptotic epithelial cell shedding in an exopolysaccharide and MyD88-dependent manner

Growing apart

This guest post comes from Escherichia coli Nissle, best known for its probiotic activities

It was like we were meant to be together. In the beginning. We were friends, cut from the same cloth. We grew up together in a small community and sure, it wasn’t the most diverse community but we knew everyone, everything was familiar. One of the best things about our friendship was that we enjoyed the same foods. And we ate! We would just sit, eat, laugh…repeat.

I expected to have these friends forever, there was nothing that could break us apart. Life was good…until it wasn’t.

I have no idea how or why it happened but folk started to change. Maybe I changed, I don’t know. We no longer hung out together or ate at the same places. I started to eat alone, chowing down on the same old things that I used to enjoy with friends. I watched as they got stronger, moved on. I guess we just drifted apart. They managed to respond to the pressures of life, leaving me behind.

I have never before experienced the stress and heartache that came with losing my friends but I believe I am stronger for it.

This post is based on the following research article:
“Adaptive Strategies of the Candidate Probiotic E. coli Nissle in the Mammalian Gut”