How to be honest without whining, no, no I don't think it is possible.
cue "poor me" music: Everyday I wake up and hope this day will be different. That the pain won't be so bad that I can walk normally. Everyday nothing changes and I am getting a little cranky and frankly when someone mentions the Golden Years, my response is: Golden Years, my a**!!
So unfortunately that is what I think about most of the time, how angry I am that I can't walk or move normally and how unfair it is (and I know everyone feels these things are unfair - I am no different)
Rant and whine over - honesty accomplished
by the way - your art is wonderful