Hospital Appointment and Panic! Horse-Racing, Greyhound Racing

Yesterday, I went with ? for his appointment with pain-management at Queens Hospital and what a palaver ? had finding a parking place, he almost gave up and was going back home when we both spotted a place to park.  ? has been referred back to the Heart specialist as ? is having Angina Attacks and is really bad and his heart is building up fluid too quickly.  The consultant is going to book the appointment himself with the heart specialist and arrange a couple of tests on  ?  heart to have done. The consultant believes the pain and whistling in the left ear and pains in jaw and down left arm and chest is the heart and the dizziness causing the pains. ? has been getting a lot of dizziness lately and feeling generally un-well in himself and has felt he was going to almost pass out at times. ? feels worse than ever now because the consultant told him he could be on the verge of another heart attack. The consultant is also arranging for some injections to be done at his Dr's surgery for the mass on the brain that he gets horrific pains from. On the way home from the Hospital, ? said he was going to have pie-n-mash because it could be his last pie-n-mash so, that's what we did.  While I was waiting to be served, someone tapped me on the shoulder and to my surprise it was one of my neighbours who lives across the road from me. We chatted for a bit while he was waiting to be served. we were sitting at separate tables, he said see ya later as he left and ? and I left a bit later.  As ? parked the car at home, I noticed I didn't have my shoulder bag hung across my body (as I do) and we had to go back to the shop.  I had a feeling of panic wash over me and thought I would have to cancel my cards ect...and what a palaver that would have been. As we approached the shop, again I had the feeling of panic and weakness wash over me and thinking someone had clearly taken my bag with all my personal things inside.  Luckily the lady who served me had put my bag behind the counter waiting for me to collect it. I was so very lucky that no-one had taken it because, I had all my cards and other important things in my bag. I felt so grateful that  I had gotten my bag back. I really thought I had lost everything...phew, what a narrow escape that was.I don't usually take my bag off my person but, if I'm eating out I do take it off and leave it in my sight but, this time I had left it on the seat next to me. For the rest of the day, I stayed in the same room ? and in-stead of going to my room to watch my TV, I stayed close by and watched TV on my laptop with my ear-phones on while ? watched his horse-racing.  Above is me holding my daughter Sheila and my son Gary in front of me and ? by my side.  I was expecting my son 'A' at the time.  The Greyhound is Trotter we used to race him at a flapping track ( a flapping track is when you don't have a licence to race at licenced tracks like Romford or Wimbledom or Yarmouth. Horse-racing drives me nuts ( even greyhound racing I have no real interest in unless its our own dogs and even then it bores me). I've had it day in and day out since early 1970. I just can't stand it, that's why I go to my room and watch TV a lot.  Oh well, got to leave it here.