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over the weekend my mother had another drunken head injury. she was taken to the ER, her scalp was stapled closed, and then she was transferred to an off-site psychiatric facility. today her social worker tells me they will finally begin the grueling process of having a conservator appointed, to keep her safe and sober. she will, in time, be housed somewhere controlled. i am relieved, and so so sorry. sorry for her, and for the degradation and bitterness that's on its way. she is presenting differently; jerry keeps trying to tell the doctors, who disregard the gravity of this, and plan on releasing her quickly. her delusions are inexorably tied to her drinking now in whole new ways. "t" - fictional construct and puppet-master - is not only urging her to buy vodka, he is now (she claims) buying it for her, leaving it as a gift, and visiting as she sleeps. and, at least for the time being, her short-term memory appears to be shot. jerry, a godsend for us for years now, and a friend to her, will take the brunt of the bad-cop role, and spare us any involvement if he can. i hope their relationship lasts through it. she has so few real-life attachments.