I was just wondering if any of you have to deal with the frustration of pseudo physical pain and real physical pain? I wanted to whine and cry yesterday and into last night. I thought I was having another attack of diverticulitis. I was in miserable pain. I was alone. Having tried to sleep and failed, because of the pain and the terrible bloating, I drove myself to the ER. Having done everything they could think of, with no real answers, they sent me home, after I was there for 7 hours, long enough to have let the pain meds wear out. ...can't drive your self home after being given narcotics...have to wait 4 hours before doing so. I felt so foolish and embarrassed to be told there was nothing wrong, except for elevated liver enzymes. So, I left the hospital still in pain and still am, as I type. I do have an appointment with my internist on Friday. Guess I will see what he has to say. In the mean time, the only thing I have been told to do is live on a liquid diet for 48 hours. Ugh! Have any of you had to deal with being able to tell what is real pain and what is not? As a side note, I am a chronic pain person stemming from too many surgeries and invasive and needle procedures. Interestingly enough, the PTSD did not kick in and I tolerated all the needles this time. Guess THAT was a plus!