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Thursday, September 19, 2019

Story 307: Probiotic vs. Antibiotic


           (Scene: A battlefield, temporarily inactive.  There is a large tent for the commanding officer, who is inside writing a letter)
            General Antibiotic: “Dear Host, I hope this missive finds you well, or at the very least, on the mend.  I wish to report that our first round of troops met with limited success: we cleared the outer perimeter of the wound and have made several inroads, but if we are going to have any sort of lasting impact then I am afraid another round is needed, and perhaps the dosage increased to twice daily.  Then, I am confident, we will have the proper numbers to sufficiently overwhelm the destructive invaders and KILL THEM ALL.  On a side note, there are a several rabble-rousers in their midst who seem to have clashed with us in other venues and are now unable to be destroyed; however, by the time we have completed our mission there will be too few of them to cause any significant trouble, I should think.  To be on the safe side, though, best keep an eye on the state of your digestive tract going forward, if you take my meaning.  Affectionately Yours, General Antibiotic.”
            Soldier: (Enters the tent) Sir!  Someone here to see you!
            General Antibiotic: One of the enemy?
            Soldier: Not exactly – says they’re practically a resident.
            General Antibiotic: All right, send `em in.
            (Soldier holds open a tent flap to let in a disheveled visitor)
            General Antibiotic: Welcome!  Have a seat.  (They both sit)  And, you are…?
            Lactobacillus Acidophilus: Lactobacillus Acidophilus.
            General Antibiotic: Of course, of course, how could I have forgotten?
            Lactobacillus Acidophilus: You know me?
         General Antibiotic: Not personally, but I know that your kind and the Host have a lovely mutually beneficial living arrangement.
            Lactobacillus Acidophilus: That we do.
            General Antibiotic: So.  What brings on this visit?
          Lactobacillus Acidophilus: First of all, I have to say you and your regiment certainly achieve results.  I mean, when you come in, you really come in, if you know what I mean – take no prisoners, wipe them all out, etc.  Very efficient.
          General Antibiotic: Why, thank you – we take great pride in our work.  Leave no organism alive, and we stick to that motto, yes indeedy.
            Lactobacillus Acidophilus: Yes, well, the flip side of that work ethic is a bit of a problem.
          General Antibiotic: How so?  We’re designed to wipe them all out, so we wipe them all out, end of story.
            Lactobacillus Acidophilus: Exactly: the “all” part of that sentence.  (General Antibiotic stares blankly)  You’re killing all of us, too, dude!
            General Antibiotic: Well, we don’t discriminate.
          Lactobacillus Acidophilus: Then how do you expect the Host to survive after you’ve completed your carnage?  We’re the ones keeping the really bad guys at bay; once you’ve finished demolishing us and go wherever it is you disintegrate to, those jerks are gonna move right in!  En masse!
           General Antibiotic: I must say, you didn’t do such a great job keeping out this current lot we’re taking care of now, you know.
          Lactobacillus Acidophilus: That’s not our department!  We’re maintenance; this was a failure in wound repair!
        General Antibiotic: Look, my figurative hands are tied.  We’re not from nature, and our specifications are not advanced enough to target individual types of your kind and let the rest of you be, so right now it’s either deal with the unfortunate collateral damage or find yourself a new Host as this one destroys itself trying to destroy the enemy.
          Lactobacillus Acidophilus: Can’t you just, I don’t know, not kill as many of us each time?
          General Antibiotic: Quite impossible: we strive for 100% with each and every foray.  We know we will not achieve 100%, but as a matter of professional pride, strive we must.  We usually manage to hit 99%.
            Lactobacillus Acidophilus: Yeah, 99% of us, too!  What are we supposed to do?!
            General Antibiotic: That’s not our department.
            Lactobacillus Acidophilus: Clearly!  Your department is death!
          General Antibiotic: Exactly.  We’re doing what you folks obviously couldn’t; it’s regrettable that these scenarios are always all-or-nothing, but the best I can advise is that you send a request to the Host for backup in the form of yogurt, soy milk, or pills like the ones that transported my regiment.
            Lactobacillus Acidophilus: Send a request?  The Host doesn’t listen to us – they barely know we exist!  I can’t even get the nervous system to relay a message; every time I do it just crashes up against the cerebrum and dissipates!
            General Antibiotic: Oh.  Then who I have been sending reports to this whole time?
            Lactobacillus Acidophilus: Yourself, apparently!
            General Antibiotic: (Shakes self out of reverie) No matter; they’ll figure it out.
            Lactobacillus Acidophilus: Figure what out?
            General Antibiotic: My request for more troops.
            Lactobacillus Acidophilus: More?!
         General Antibiotic: Oh yes, this is just the beginning – it’s hard to tell at the start of any campaign how many waves of destruction will be needed, but it seems now that at least one more week’s onslaught should just about finish these hooligans off.  Although, I suspect it might be another two weeks, since they’re being especially stubborn.
            Lactobacillus Acidophilus: And also finish us off!  (Stands) It seems my kind and I have no choice but to join the enemy and fight with them against you!
          General Antibiotic: (Starts writing another letter) I wouldn’t advise it: you’ll be destroyed either way, so you’re better off focusing your remaining energies on keeping the Host alive until you’re obliterated.
            Lactobacillus Acidophilus: You –
          General Antibiotic: (Looks up again) Ooh, here’s an idea: why not make yourself and your crew resistant to us, like some of those nasties we’ve seen out there – that way at least some of you just might make it to the end, yes?
            Lactobacillus Acidophilus: Oh, make ourselves antibiotic-resistant just like that, huh?
          General Antibiotic: Uh-huh – who knows, you might even be so already, seeing as you’re still here and I haven’t killed you yet.
            Lactobacillus Acidophilus: Haven’t killed – ?
        General Antibiotic: (Hears skirmishing outside and heads for the tent entrance to listen) Speaking of which, you’d best be moving along now – sounds like the games are starting up again and we wouldn’t want to be caught in the crossfire, would we?
          Lactobacillus Acidophilus: (Opens the tent flaps and sees a battle raging outside; while running away) I hate you so muuuuuuuuuuccccchhhhh….
            General Antibiotic: (Smiles before plunging into the fracas) I love a job well done.

Thursday, September 21, 2017

Story 204: It Has to Get Worse So It Can Get Better



            She called her frenemy because there was no one else who could offer her legitimate advice for free: “Can I have your opinion on a condition?  That I think I have?”
            “Sure; I can say with absolute certainty that you probably are not pregnant.”
            “Ha-ha, no, it’s just that I think I have a sty on my left eyelid and I’m wondering if I need to go to my eye doctor about it.”
            “Oh, that’s it?  Just put a warm compress on it for about 10 minutes a few times a day.”
            “That’s it?”
            “That’s all you have to do.”
            “And it’ll just go away on its own?”
            “[Chuckle] Yep, that’s [snort], that’s all you have to do.”
            “What’s so funny?  Is this one of the times you’re lying to me?”
          “No, not at all [giggle] – you can look it up anywhere, all you need are warm compresses [guffaw].”
            “And it’ll completely go away?”
            “Yep.”  Bursts out laughing.  “Trust me!”
           “OK, thanks… bye.”  There really was no choice: she refused to waste her deductible on a home-remedy infection. 
            After a few days of warm compresses, she woke to face her reflection in the mirror for the latest go-round and nearly fainted.  “What the airmdiwhdikjajiek?!!!!”
            She called the frenemy, who picked up chortling: “How’s the patient?”
            “You knew this was going to happen, didn’t you?  DIDN’T YOU?!”
            “Whatever ‘this’ is, yes.  How bad does it look, tee-hee-hee!?”
            “I’m appalled at your amusement; I look like a horror movie monster!  My eyelid is growing a third and hideous eye!  By tomorrow it’ll take over my entire face!”
            “Relax, it’s just all the pus coming out, bwahaha!”
           “Relax?!  It’s multiplying!  I’m gonna lose the eye and I won’t be able to drive anymore and then where will my life be?!”
            “Nonsense, you’ll be fine – this state’s DMV still lets you drive if you have 20/50 vision in your remaining eye.”
            “Gaaah!!”
           “Listen, you’re not going to lose the eye, just keep doing the compresses and your body’ll work itself through this.  That’s all you have to do.”
            “That’s what you said the last time!”
            “And it was true, wasn’t it?  By the way, can you send me a picture of it before it bursts?”
            “Ewwwwwwww, and no.  Is there anything else you’re not telling me that’s coming down the road for this?”
            “Yeah: if you survive it, you’ll get X-ray vision.”
           “Remind me not to make an appointment with whatever practice you join when your finish your residency.”