A young man in pain is referred to see a doctor in a district called Doctor’s Row. He makes his way along the long winding sidewalk lined with establishments offering an endless spectrum of this and that when he is suddenly taken by the sign of an adjacent clinic next to the doorways of his destination: Dr. Thorough, a doctor that many call Dr. Feel Good. With it's constant revolving door, the patient concludes that his office was the most popular of all as if it's popularity was synonymous with goodness. But most importantly to the patient, he is struck by the sight of the people coming and going. They seemed to be of a “better caliber” than those of the neighboring offices. They also seemed blissfully happy. "This has to be the place to make my pain go away," he thought. The patient peeks inside and is greeted by the sight of a woman who sits behind a desk with a smile plastered across her face as if she'd been awaiting his arrival. "Good Afternoon," she says in a giggly voice. "Isn't it a glorious day?"
Taken by her "sweetness" and "beauty", he enters the establishment and approaches her desk. Just as he is about to speak, she suggests that he sees the doctor next door...the one to whom he was initially referred. But as if standing in line to the velvet ropes of Studio 54, the young man insists. “I must see this doctor," he says. "I'd like to see Dr. Thorough."
The receptionist snickers and shakes her head to his existence and like a fair godmother, she grants his wish. “Very well then. He knew you'd come," she says. “Have a seat. Fill out these forms and he’ll be with you shortly.”
Hours pass and his pain becomes so unbearable that he staggers to the desk once again. “How much longer will it be?" he moans. “I’m in pain.” Without word and almost disregarding his existence, the receptionist shoos the patient back to his seat.
"Sit down!" she demands. 
Though he is a bit thrown by her sudden change in demeanor, the patient does as he’s instructed and a few staff members begin to giggle as if he were the butt end of a very bad joke. Hours pass and he observes that even patients who came in after him, somehow managed to be seen first. Still, he patiently awaits. Towards closing time and as the last patient of the day, he is finally called to see the doctor. "He will see you now." says the receptionist. The staff begins laughing uncontrollably as they gather their things to close for the day while once again shaking their heads to his existence. Finally, the patient is taken to the great doctor he’d waited so long to see.
Whoosh! Pow! Wow! And there he is... Dr. Thorough, aka Dr Feel Good. Standing before him like a beacon of hope and goodwill.
“What seems to be the problem?” says the doctor.
“I’m in pain," says the patient. “Where is the pain?” Asks the doctor.
“I don’t know,” says the patient. “I feel sick all over.”
After a series of "tests", the doctor creates a prescription and hands him a pamphlet. “Take this everyday for the rest of your life…read this everyday for the rest of your life.... and you will feel GOOD!” he says. “I will also need you to see me 5 times a week until further notice. If you don't follow this prescription, you will die.”
Without question or objection, the patient agrees. The doctor then flashes the kind of smile possessed by one who’d just won the lottery. “Thanks Doc. I feel better already.” says the patient.
After returning home, the gullible and foolish young man finds that he is once again in pain. However, he continues with the doctor's orders. For reasons that vary, he is faithful that his doctor has his best interest at heart. Somewhere buried deep within his subconscience and within his life's trajectory, the patient had come to equate those like Dr. Thorough and the elements of Dr. Thorough's world as symbols of goodness, trust, beauty, friendship, intelligence and love.
A year later, the bills of frequent doctor's visits and costly prescriptions take quite the toll. But even the patient's closest friends could not deter him from the grip of Dr. Feel Good's whip. The patient consequently loses his home, friends, possessions, way of life... and the pain has yet to subside. The patient damn near loses his mind. But still, he continues to consume the same prescription and clings to his pamphlet like air necessary to breathe. He never questions the doctor’s motives, never pays attention to his body’s plea, never does his own research, and refuses to admit that he is still in pain. Like mind over matter, “Take this, read this and you will feel good” had become the mantra and soundtrack to his life...to his existence. Several decades pass and now well into his 60’s, he makes his way to see his life long doctor and “friend” as scheduled. Like a codependent relationship, the patient has also developed a need to show the doctor his loyalty and that he is doing what was asked of him….a somewhat doorstep of approval and sense of belonging. For the first time however, he notices that Doctor’s Row had grown into something quite spectacular over the years. It was also renamed "Thorough Park". There were now shopping centers, restaurants, hotels, theaters and rows of town homes, condos and the initial clinic to which he was referred is there no more. Thorough Park had literally turned into a bustling and thriving community. The patient enters the main building of which he'd grown so familiar to find that it is now a grand foyer of tall marble pillars and crystal chandeliers. He wondered why he’d never noticed the change which had been taking place over the course of decades. The patient grows so sick that he is no longer able to stand and collapses to the floor. He looks above to his reflection along the mirrors of the vast ceilings and the flash of countless doctors visits and costly prescriptions ascend from his conscience. Just as he is attempting to process all that he sees, several security guards ascend upon him as if he were a terrorist and instantly interrogate him.
Still on his knees, and unable to lift himself, the patient looks to them as if awaiting for a resolution.
“I'm in pain and I’m here to see my doctor," says the patient unable to comprehend their demeanor. He’d come to believe that his years of loyalty would have given him a somewhat preferred status and place among the now thriving community.
One of the guards pokes him in the chest as if to prove she's the toughest of all. “And who is your doctor?” she demands in a husky voice
“Dr. Thorough but they call him Dr. Feel Good.” says the patient.
The young woman laughs and shakes her head to his existence. “That’s not possible,” she says.
“Why not?” asks the patient.
“Because sir, Dr. Thorough is a gynecologist.”
