...and I don't mean in a "I'm back on the scene" kind of way; I mean that at least some of the fat has returned to my ass. I've gained about 19 pounds since I got back from the hospital three weeks ago. I'm obsessessed with eating now and try to have bacon every day. Once I get started on a meal, I can't stop and I think it's actually interfering with my breathing, but it's certainly better than slowly wasting away.
For a while, my body wasn't sure what to do with the fat: my arms and legs were still gaunt, but I had a Homer Simpson-style spare tire around my waist.
So I currently spend my time eating, coughing, and spitting up phleghm. I couldn't cough for about six months, but now sit around making horrible wrenching or little-old-man gargling kind of noises, and then spit a seemingly endless amount of tacky, foamy white phleghm into paper cups--when the phleghm isn't a rather solid, glob-like yellow mass. That's the really desirable phleghm.
I still get very short of breath for what seems like no reason, and sleep with oxygen prongs in my nose, but my last x-ray showed that I've gotten the top third of my left lung back. So there's progress.