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A judge has issued a restraining order against Sam Lutfi – ordering him to stay away from Britney Spears, according to TMZ.

The judge found that Sam Lutfi has been harassing Britney. This will effectively bar Lutfi from going to the hospital.

The restraining order is in effect for 22 days, but Britney’s parents could turn it into a permanent order at the end of the 22 days.

Britney’s father, Jamie Spears, how has temporary legal control over his eldest daughter, and control over her medical treatment.

Jamie Spears may restrict any visitors to Britney, and is also in charge of arranging 24-hour caretakers for her, as well as security.

In addition, Jamie retains the power to cut off all of the singer’s credit cards and prosecute any restraining orders on her behalf.

But it’s not over yet
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Sources say Britney’s divorce lawyers and the lawyers representing the conservatorship (Jamie and Lynne Spears) may clash Monday.

Until now, Britney’s divorce team at the law firm of Trope and Trope has been dealing with Sam Lutfi and believes he is well-meaning.

In large part (and not surprisingly), Jamie and Lynne Spears want this particular law firm out of the picture because of its apparent alliance with Sam Lutfi.

Jamie Spears, the freshly appointed co-conservator for Britney, has made it clear he dislikes the Trope firm and wants them out of her life for good.

Sam Lutfi is livid at the commissioner who issued the various orders today and was in touch with Trope and Trope numerous times yesterday.

Later, Britney Spears made two calls at the UCLA Psych Ward and went crazy on the phone after learning that her dad is now her conservator.

In a heavy British accent, ballistic Britney screamed (in reference to her parents), “I’m so sick of all of this, they can have the goddamn house and stick it up their f**king asses. Actually, no they can’t.”

A furious Britney Spears, who sounded drugged up, is really, really pissed that her dad became a conservator of her estate. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, at times impossible to understand. At one point she screamed:

“Nobody’s taking my house. Who is my family?”