Here was another moment of brilliance: Once I got my Fusion dry suit, doing valve drills in my doubles became easy. I got good at it. Good enough to be used as a demonstrator for a class, in fact. I got kind of proud of being good at it (as there are few enough things in diving that I've gotten to that level).
So I get to Mexico for my cave class. I'm nervous, even though I'm trying not to be. But the first thing we do is drop down in open water to do valve drills. Yeah! I can do this; I'm the poster child for valve drills. Right up until the moment when I shut down my left post, and realize I haven't opened the right one. (For those of you who don't dive doubles, this means I have now shut off my entire gas supply, right in front of my instructor.) Because I can turn them back on quickly, I didn't die, but I wanted to . . .
So I get to Mexico for my cave class. I'm nervous, even though I'm trying not to be. But the first thing we do is drop down in open water to do valve drills. Yeah! I can do this; I'm the poster child for valve drills. Right up until the moment when I shut down my left post, and realize I haven't opened the right one. (For those of you who don't dive doubles, this means I have now shut off my entire gas supply, right in front of my instructor.) Because I can turn them back on quickly, I didn't die, but I wanted to . . .