Lotus Eating for the 21st Century.

Thermaflu is like a divine gift from some benevolent god.

The pain of life is gone.
Instead it has been replaced by a persistent lethargy and indifferent indolence that permeate every minute crevice of my waking existence. If someone stabbed me in the face, I don't even think I'd care.
This most happy cumulus of numbness that has settled over my senses, my brain, and all other relevent parts of my anatomy, leads me to believe that Thermaflu was bestowed upon man by celestial grace, as the manifestation of all compassionate forces in the universe.
It's like a hot steaming cup of lemon flavored apathy.