Last week I had to undergo a fairly unpleasant medical procedure, following a day- and-a-half's fasting while taking something to clear out my digestive system. This is just background explaining what then happened. I was very late to be treated and feeling tired and weak. A nice woman introduced herself as the nurse practitioner who'd be looking after me. We went into the treatment room and I saw a man in scrubs sitting at a computer screen. 'Oh there's the doctor,' I thought
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The nurse practitioner then highly competently carried out the procedure, discovering something potentially serious. She was great.
I was trying to work out what went through my mind when I made those assumptions about who was 'in charge' and can only assume that my weakened state of mind, owing to the fasting and unpleasant preparations for the procedure made me revert to some preconceived type-casting: the man's in charge and the nice lady will be assisting him.