Vaccines, Acidophilus and Nasty Pharmacists

I was reading a magazine the other day in a waiting room. I believe it was Newsweek. I ran across two different advertisements for vaccinations. Of course, since it has been on my mind a lot lately (I am having dreams about defending my decision to people) I noticed them and read them. I had to shake my head. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The first one was a new vaccine for cervical cancer. The vaccination MAY help prevent the virus that MAY cause CERTAIN TYPES of cervical cancer. It won't protect you from all of them. It may cause dizziness, rash, fever, hallucinations, etc. The ad was totally designed to scare you into thinking you have to run out and get this shot right now, you and your mother and your daughter. After all, you don't want cervical cancer do you? Of course not. So let there be one less case of cervical cancer this year. Make it a family outing. Do it now. I had to chuckle, just a little. It was so obvious. So many women are going to read that and go out and get this vaccine and feel like they are safe. And make the drug company a shitload of money. The other one I can't remember right now. It was the same thing. Right now I am dreading the well baby visit with the pediatrician. She is very pro-vax and I am a little afraid of her reaction. I will tell her I have decided to delay them for now. She will give me that you've-been-on-the-internet-haven't-you look like I am an idiot that believes everything I read. It will be a test for me, because I have always had a hard time being assertive and I am a bit of a pushover. But I will hold my ground. I have my reasons. And I feel better about them every day.
Christmas is coming, and everyone is sickly. The other day we found out Garrett has strep throat again, and we had to go to the doctor's office, full of germs, to get a prescription. Then we had to go to the pharmacy to get the meds. We waited FOREVER for the pharmacist. Grace was running around getting into everything, taking cards off the shelves, everything she could get her hands on. She was in her pajamas because the daycare provider thought they were her clothes and never dressed her that morning. Her hair was all sticky and crunchy because her bottle had spilled into her hair during her nap at daycare. Drew was laying on the floor saying, "Can we go home? Let's go home." Then the pharmacist gave me the meds and told me that Garrett needs to take this acidophilus that he sells. I said that I had some at home for Grace, since she is on antibiotics too. He asked where I got it, because I guess the stuff that he sells comes from God or something and everything else is shit. I told him I got it from the chiropractor. The look on his face was unbelievable. Then he laughed at me. "Well, you make your own decisions," he said. I was so pissed. What the f*%$ is the difference??!! I wanted to yell. I had had it by then. F#&*ing asshole. I know he was thinking I was an idiot to buy anything from a chiropractor or go to one, and I don't care. UGH. I'm so sick of everyone's attitude. I want to escape to a commune where everyone understands me and feels like I do about things. I am tired of my environment.
So, today was my day to wrap presents because the kids were going to daycare for the X-mas party. I got a call an hour later that Grace had thrown up, so she had to come home. At home she was fine and was in the way of my gift wrapping, trying to be my little helper. Right now she is sleeping. She had diarrhea the other evening, then got up in the middle of the night with it, and an awful stomach ache. I held her until she went to sleep. Don't know if it was the whole-wheat pasta I gave her or some virus she picked up while digging in the garbage at the Dr's office. I give up. I don't know. I better go finish watching "It's a Wonderful Life" before the boys (and the chaos) returns. Merry Christmas!