All of us saw Everett for about an hour today but he was vomiting when we 
arrived, either from the head injury or the medications he is taking by 
mouth for pain.  The therapist, a couple of different ones, tested him today 
for about 30 to 45 minutes each.  They put him on steroids because one of 
his frontal lobes is still swollen.  He also still is getting blood into his 
ear canal that's been leaking into his ear since the night it happened last 
Saturday night or Friday around midnight.  We still are not certain but 
recent events indicate he was jumped and beaten and possibly struck by a 
hammer in the back of the head.  My son, Big Everett, leans toward the idea 
he was later pushed out of a car because his friend didn't want to bring him 
home injured in this manner since it would finger him, or others, close to 
the group.  His friend went to work Monday but cried so much during the day, 
they sent him home.  Something is wrong there and all the way around. 
Everett will remain in this hospital through the weekend and then, Monday, 
transported to Craig Hospital here in Denver which is a high tech specialty 
trauma therapy hospital especially for brain injury patients, or are being 
fitted with a new arm or let, and you name it; they do it all.  It is 
difficult to say how long he will be there.  A CT scan today showed, and I 
quote, "Moving fluid."  When questioned, the nurse said it was not blood but 
apparently something around the frontal lobe on one side I mentioned.  He 
remembers telephone numbers, he recognized me and Sandy today first thing 
when we walked in, but it apparently, it appears to me, a long recovery 
period of time.  At least he has his age on his side.  My spinal surgery at 
age 57 still has side effects 4.5 years later but I was a lot older than 17 
years of age.  He is on steroids now, too, due to the frontal lobe swelling. 
Unless he vastly improves, he won't be coming home any time soon until they 
get the swelling and pain level down somewhat lower than it is now.  It 
could be worse but then I could be blind, too, smile.

Phil.