When I groaned about a long drive to a meeting in another city, my daughter said, "It sounds like you have an attitude."
She was right, of course.
I can remember when a hospital bed and a bunch of tubes were the boundaries of my mobility. Back then, I would have loved the chance to get behind a wheel and drive some place, any place. At that point, walking across the room was a big event. Being able to sleep through the night without being interrupted for blood pressure and temperature checks would have been a taste of paradise.
No more whining. Show me the open road.