I can always tell when the fibro's getting worse, because the unreasonable panic attacks return.
Those are the attacks that keep me sitting up in the middle of the night, unable to go back to sleep because the pain has me convinced that it is something far more serious than it is. Where I'm afraid that if I close my eyes I might never wake up.
I hate this stage. My only technique is to exhaust myself so much that I can't do anything BUT sleep. Problem is, less sleep means more pain, so its a downward spiral.
Bed soon, I suppose. With any luck, tonight I'll sleep through and wakeup refreshed in the morning. It'd be nice for a change.