I dont know how to write it correctly, I mean that long french bread, you know, baguete.
Anyway- here's the story:
In my last diving vactaion, the day before the last, I was suposed to go diving with a friend of mine, that used to work with me in the same diving center. We planed on a deep dive, somewhere in the morning. In the evening before the dive he called me and canceled it, said he was suposed to open a new course. So, the last day I can dive comes, I go to the dive center, sit with all the instructors there, looking for someone to dive with. It happened that a few courses opened a day earlier, so none of them could come with me in the next few hours. So I went down, to a shop, and bought myself a baguete. It was a beautifull piece of baguete engineering, with salads and sousage and humus and a lot of stuff. As I walked out I met my friend. While I held the famouse baguete he toled me He was aventualy free for a dive. I looked at the baguete, than at him and said-"ok, but let me finish this first". Now-I know it is unwise to eat before diving, but I am known as the man with the stomach of steel.
Let's shorten it up here. We went to the dive, a deep dive- about 40 meters. We were quite happy, as you can expect. During the ascent, I started feeling something strange in my stomach. The further up we've gone, the worse it became. At 20 meters, I started having stomach juices coming up, and had to vomit a bit here and there, Even though I know feeding the fish hurts the eco-system. I also felt relatively light, with a bit of tendancy to float as we reached the shalower water, although I had enough weights. So I grabbed a stone, hanged there for a good long safety stop went up, looked at my buddy and burffed, like I never did before. After the barf I toled him- "man that's why I was so light, that's a 2 pound barf!".
As we started walking out of the water, towards the diving center, I started feeling dizzy, very dizzy. I also had a bad ache in my stomach. It grew worse and worse as time went by. I asumed it was due to dehydration, as we had a very long dive, but when the skin all over my stomach became red and terribly itching I got worried. Fortunately, a diving doctor just arrived at the center, and I asked him to examine me. He said I'm ok, no fear of DCS, I just need to lie down and drink a lot. For the next several hours I had a revolution in my stomach. A friend of mine brought me a book to read while I was lieing down, and I couldn't even read it's name on the cover!!!
I was as good as passed out. It took me about half a day to regain myself, and the folowing day I was completly healthy.
Well- the morale?
I guess It's dont eat fancy baguets before diving, but hell, knowing myself- next time I get hungry, I'll probobly do the same
Anyway- here's the story:
In my last diving vactaion, the day before the last, I was suposed to go diving with a friend of mine, that used to work with me in the same diving center. We planed on a deep dive, somewhere in the morning. In the evening before the dive he called me and canceled it, said he was suposed to open a new course. So, the last day I can dive comes, I go to the dive center, sit with all the instructors there, looking for someone to dive with. It happened that a few courses opened a day earlier, so none of them could come with me in the next few hours. So I went down, to a shop, and bought myself a baguete. It was a beautifull piece of baguete engineering, with salads and sousage and humus and a lot of stuff. As I walked out I met my friend. While I held the famouse baguete he toled me He was aventualy free for a dive. I looked at the baguete, than at him and said-"ok, but let me finish this first". Now-I know it is unwise to eat before diving, but I am known as the man with the stomach of steel.
Let's shorten it up here. We went to the dive, a deep dive- about 40 meters. We were quite happy, as you can expect. During the ascent, I started feeling something strange in my stomach. The further up we've gone, the worse it became. At 20 meters, I started having stomach juices coming up, and had to vomit a bit here and there, Even though I know feeding the fish hurts the eco-system. I also felt relatively light, with a bit of tendancy to float as we reached the shalower water, although I had enough weights. So I grabbed a stone, hanged there for a good long safety stop went up, looked at my buddy and burffed, like I never did before. After the barf I toled him- "man that's why I was so light, that's a 2 pound barf!".
As we started walking out of the water, towards the diving center, I started feeling dizzy, very dizzy. I also had a bad ache in my stomach. It grew worse and worse as time went by. I asumed it was due to dehydration, as we had a very long dive, but when the skin all over my stomach became red and terribly itching I got worried. Fortunately, a diving doctor just arrived at the center, and I asked him to examine me. He said I'm ok, no fear of DCS, I just need to lie down and drink a lot. For the next several hours I had a revolution in my stomach. A friend of mine brought me a book to read while I was lieing down, and I couldn't even read it's name on the cover!!!
I was as good as passed out. It took me about half a day to regain myself, and the folowing day I was completly healthy.
Well- the morale?
I guess It's dont eat fancy baguets before diving, but hell, knowing myself- next time I get hungry, I'll probobly do the same
