So last nights surgery was not only unsuccessful, but there were complications with anesthesia.  They attempted to give him twilight anesthesia - which is an anesthetic technique where a mild dose of general anesthesia is applied to induce anxiolysis (anxiety relief), hypnosis, and anterograde amnesia (inability to form new memories). The patient is not unconscious, but sedated.  However, Steve was moving around too much and trying to talk, so they hurriedly stuck a tube down in throat to knock him out all together.

When he got back into his ICU room he was in rare form.  He came in cussing at the nurses.  He was convinced the anesthesiologist was a total jerk, but I couldn't really make heads or tails of what he was accusing him of. He finally seemed to calm down after about a hour rant, when all the sudden his machines were going crazy.  4 ICU nurses ran into the room to see what was going on, I was already bedside and could see that he was choking.  One of the nurses tried to get the vacuum to suck out whatever it was that was obstructing his airway, but the machine wouldn't turn on. She started to mess with the power cord, but I pushed her out of the way, ran past her to the sink, grabbed some paper towels, ran back over and scooped out his mouth.  Coughing commenced and all I saw was blood, but the machines had come to be silent.

What in the world, blood?

As it turned out when they quickly had to shift their anesthesia method they sliced his tongue sliding the tube in.  In his calm state it just pooled in his throat - how lucky that he didn't drown.  I was so mad.

The next several hours was a record of Steve asking or yelling the same question over and over again at me and/or the nurses.  His memory due to the anesthesia was about 30 seconds long, so he'd ask, we'd tell him, he'd forget and get angry again because in his brain nobody cared about him and no one was offering him answers, including me.