I know the importance of diabetic treatment.  I know I should be taking insulin shots every day and I do.  I never forget.  I don’t think I’d be allowed to forget.  I’d get sick and weak.  I also know I shouldn’t drink so much, but I’d rather go out and be around people than sit home alone in my apartment.  More importantly, I know I shouldn’t drink and go with my friends up to one of their cabins by the lake when I should be going to work the next week.  I shouldn’t keep drinking and staying in a drunken fog that I only half-remember.  I shouldn’t drink a bottle of whiskey and then go water-skiing.  I shouldn’t promise everyone we’ll go skydiving in the spring and that I’ll pay for the whole thing.  Certainly, I should remember where my pants are and not just walk around in my underwear like everything’s all right.  And I really, really shouldn’t drunk dial my ex-girlfriend with my cell phone and admit that I still love her and that she hurt me so badly I locked her little dog in a garbage can and ran away.  The police showed up at my front door for that one.