I have been fighting a bad cold.
I hate colds.
I hate trying to go to places I love,
Doing all the things I love,
And just dragging through them all.
Or having to miss them.
When I was drinking,
I was often dragging through the things I loved,
Or not doing them at all.
I have read and heard people say,
They were sick and tired of being sick and tired.
Life is still life.
I will get colds.
But at least the pain is not of my own making.