I do believe that I have entered the Super-Irritable phase of recovery.
I live on the sitting room sofa, surrounded by pillows and ice-packs and medications and devices such as reachers and grabbers and scratchers, plus magazines, newspapers and books as well as all the flotsam and jetsam that washes up around the bedside of the convalescent. My irritability has been rising, and I find polite conversations with well-meaning visitors to be a big drain on my energy. However it's rude to suggest to people that they put a stopper in their cake-hole, and leave the room immediately.... to just leave me alone... except of course when I need a glass of water, or food and drink, or want ice-pack, or someone to open and close curtains, etc..
I don't think that I am by nature an easy-going, amiable person. I may present myself as such, but deep down inside I am critical, judgmental, tire of mindless chitchat after a certain point, and don't suffer *fools gladly, to use a hackneyed phrase. (* "fools" defined as such by my own biases of course).
What comes after the Irritable Phase? I hope it's not the Snappish one. I'd settle for the Resignation phase.