When you’re in the ED helping the (male) fellow bronch a patient
... and the respiratory therapist looks at you (a female resident, clearly wearing your doctor color-coded scrubs and your fleece that says Dr. InternallyPediatric) and asks you to go get some equipment for them
... and you’re a little taken aback, because a) you’re helping do a procedure and otherwise occupied b) you have no idea what he’s asking for and c) no idea how to get it in the ED
... so you mumble out, “Uhhh sorry, I don’t work down here, I don’t know where that is.”
... and the fellow catches on and says, “Uhhh... she’s the resident, he’s the nurse” and gestures to the male nurse (who’s clearly wearing the nurse color-coded scrubs, and is clearly in the helping-provide-stuff role, not the helping-with-procedure role)
... and the RT goes, “Oops, sorry, I thought she was the nurse”
... and you say, “It’s fine, no worries”, because if you got upset about this kind of thing anymore, you’d lose your mind at least 2-3 times a week (and probably also get a reputation for being a stuck up bitch who’s “difficult to work with”)
... and then, while everyone else is busy and the suction is loud, just loud enough that only you can hear, the fellow says:
“It’s not fine. That shouldn’t happen and I’m sorry it does.”
And your heart literally bursts with gratitude to have someone (but especially a man who has no obligation to) acknowledge the shitty reality that when you’re the only woman in a room full of male health care providers, the assumption is ALWAYS that you’re the nurse... and that it sucks.