Drunk Committed

I'm back after almost six months. Ma Kettle tricked me one June afternoon, encouraging me to stay in for awhile and chat with her while she KNEW the deputy was coming with commitment papers. I remember that night looking at my hospital bed and almost crying. I called her on my cell phone and told her I wasn't feeling so good. She said don't worry, and she was right, I shouldn't have worried at all. That night the staff gave me a walloping dose of Klonopin and for the rest of my six day stay I was quite content.

The rest of the story is later.

I am sober six months.