In Which We See That Knowledge Can Be a Bad Thing

My sweet mom is having surgery tomorrow. I've cared for a lot of post-op patients. Most do just fine and go home in 3-4 days. But some don't. I've seen enough surgery patients go wrong in just about every way that you can imagine. And several ways that I couldn't imagine if I hadn't seen them. I'm just a little worried.
It doesn't help that she's having surgery at a teaching hospital. I'm worried about her being taken care of by residents. I know, that's silly. I'm a resident. But the more comfortable I am in my practice of medicine, the less comfortable I am with some of the other ways I see medicine practiced. If I had my way, I'd be at my mother's bedside at 5am every day to pounce on her early-morning resident to make sure she or he is doing things my way. But I can't. Because I have to be here making sure my first year residents are doing ok. Frustrating that work is getting in the way of my family responsibilities. Though in defense of work, they've been great aobut me skipping work. A week and a half ago, when mom got her cancer diagnosis, I left town in the middle of the day to be with her, and work just cancelled all my afternoon appointments for me. Now they're doing it for me again so I can sit with my father while mom's in surgery.
May God have mercy on our souls.