Visit to the Institution Of Mass Destruction

Today I had to visit the institution of mass destruction. God, I hate the pediatricians office. We thought my son may have a bladder infection (he does not!!)
As we sat in the waiting room on the "well side" were two infants. I could only imagine they were waiting to enter the gas chamber. What could I do. I sat there as tears filled my eyes and anger plummeted throughout my body. I wanted to scream take your babies and run. Vaccines are the enemy not the protector. Run Run.........
I wanted to scream at every Dr. and nurse and lab technician. Tell them to stop poisoning our children. The SOB's.
Instead I sat there paralyzed with anger. They called us back and in the examining room the nurse asked me what my child was allergic to. I said , "thimerosal and vaccines". She looked at me but I could tell she did not write anything down.
After the doctor examined my son he suggested we get some stool samples from my son for the next three days to make sure there was no blood in his stools. I had to get the packets needed at the lab or should I say the jab.
There sat a young boy, no more than 5 years old his mother was holding him tight as he screamed,' I don't want a sticker.' Lined up next to him were three different shots that the little boy would receive. I was so sick to my stomach. I said in a quiet voice, "please do not give him those shots." I wanted to scream it.
What good would it do they would just call the police for me making a scene and the child would still receive the vaccines. I was standing watching a child being hurt and I did nothing. I did nothing.................