COLD, COLD, COLD
It would be funny if I could throw my cold to others.
What is something of which there are multiple, but you can't make full a list of, while you can make a list of the worst ones.
You can kill me but you can't eat me.
You use me every day. I am always there.
You cannot get away from me.
If you can't manage me you must be disorganized.
What am I?