If you have worked for a defense contractor, doing something used (and heavily promoted) during the first Gulf War then your spouse may receive benefits undreamed of in our play-or-pay system.
Dad didn't mean to play. He was an engineer. It was his love of figuring out complex systems that brought health returns and complete medical coverage to my mother after his death.
Hotel rooms should be so nice.
My 75+ year old, vivacious and vital mother broke her arm. She tripped on the stairs and cracked her elbow. The emergency room gave her an X-ray and some pain killers by prescription and sent her (us) to the surgeon.
Some seven days later she finally had her date with real repair.
Much to my amazement and delight, she was kept an extra day (now two) in the most elegant and well attended unit in our local (MA) hospital. Such is the fate of those who have full coverage.
Soft lighting. HD TV, with hand control. Computer monitoring. A full bath in a private room with a view and outside bar-sink/hamper for chores less attractive (or interesting).
I can never tell my mother how easy she has had it in her life - due to my Dad's love of fixing things to work together. I cannot explain her grace is at the cost of thousands who did not attend military academy or work for secret projects during WWII.
These are things I look at.
These are the things that make me want to stand and shout.
These are the things that will get me arrested.
But, not yet.
I still must take care of Mom.
She is still the most important thing.