A few years ago I had shoulder surgery. Totally painful. Complete with instructions like sleep upright for the first 30 days. I was beside myself. The pain medication worked the opposite on me (I barely slept) so the first week was particularly difficult.
Until my son came up from Manhattan to spend the weekend with me and introduced me to LOST.
My son was a member of that large number of people, like 10-15 million US viewers each season, who were obsessed with LOST. I may have been the only person in my country not to have seen even one episode. Airing from 2004-2010, LOST offered a combination of the supernatural, adventure/romance/betrayal and science fiction. Definitely a winning combination.
How was I left out of that loop? That’s an easy one to answer. I just couldn’t, in those days, nor in today’s culture of Netflix and Hulu, sit down and watch a weekly show on the nights it aired.
But my son had the entire series on DVD.
He watched the pilot episode with me and I was hooked. It kept me away from my pain and thrust me into the characters’ pain, joy, love and fear.
Then I understood the obsession. Especially since obsession is my default mode. And I understand why, when I would periodically call my friend, she would practically yell into the phone “LOST IS ON I CAN’T TALK.”
And what’s not to like about the series? That’s why I’m watching it a second time on Netflix.
So on all of those nights when I couldn’t sleep, and during all of the days that I hurt, I plowed through the 6 years of the series.
I could forget all about the pain and get lost in LOST.