IndigoEve
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This isn't a question, more the story of a less than enjoyable but certainly educational day.
So, I was supposed to be a certified diver today (finish my OW dives 3 & 4)...but apparently it's not in the cards...that's ok; there's always another day...
Yesterday was my first OW dive. We were supposed to do two dives but due to drysuit issues with my instructor's suit we ended early. It was fine, we did some skills, went down to 25 feet, saw sea cucumbers, anemones (sp?), star fish, sun stars, and all sorts of other interesting creatures. Oh yes, and a seal! Pretty sweet! He was two and a half feet away from me and we were face to face. It was definately overwhelming though, going from a nice clear pool to a murky ocean, from a bathing suit to a full 7mm wetsuit and 28lbs of weight around my hips makes the whole experience quite different. It was also a little nippy about 50 degrees in the ocean and windy and threatening to rain above it... And, to top it all off, something that I couldn't quite put my finger on was bothering me afterwards.
Today however was not so fine. It was choppy and the visibility was about 5 feet where we were supposed to descend. I tried to descend I couldn't handle not being able to see anything. It was only about 10 feet but it didn't matter; it was quickly making me incredibly claustrophobic, not to mention disorientated by the water movement. We came back and stayed on the surface for a bit; my instructor was easy going about it and jsut let me relax and next time we went down by following the bottom so I had a reference point. No problem, we descended along the rocks for a couple of minutes looking at creatures until we had to stop because my buddy couldn't equalize her ears. I was fine (coping at any rate) until we stopped. Since I had nothing else to occupy my thoughts with, they quickly returned to visions of water closing in on me (yes, I know, I was already surrounded, but nobody has ever claimed claustrophobia is rational...) So after about 10 seconds of arguing with myself the irrational side won out and my instructor had my buddy on one side of him signalling that she thinks her ears are ok, "let's go down" and me on the other side signalling "up, up!". Up we went. *Sigh*
I felt bad for having us go up again but I was really struggling to keep my composure and I didn't want to end up losing it, because I know that that would make it infinately harder to go back down. So we bobbed around on the surface for a bit; I reassured myself that my reg was giving me enough air (though it felt like it wasn't), my instructor convinced me that it was perfectly alright to stay up here till I was ready to try again (he was happy and dry with his fixed suit), and my buddy offered to hold my hand if it would help to give me reassurace (thank you buddy ).
So we went down again, this time we kept moving, ears were good all around and we did some skills including the mask removal and replacement which I hadn't, until today, been worried about. However, I was determined to get through it, and I did, barely. Brrrrr, I quickly realized just how warm a hood keeps your head when my mask strap pulled my hood halfway back across the top of my head...and I also learned how hard it is to trust somebody when all your senses are telling you they are wrong. It is amazing how a cleared mask can feel like it is still completely filled with water... even though my instructor was squeezing my hand to let me know that my mask was actually clear I could not, did not, feel like I could open my eyes. My instructor was at this point hoping he is not inducing panic in me because he's now got one hand over my reg so I can't spit it out (this I found out later, I didn't even know he had is hand over it; not that I had any intention of spitting it out I had my teeth clamped down on it harder than ever) as well as having the other hand squeezing mine which is supposed to be signalling to me that I am fine and the mask is clear. Common sense finally took over (it seemed like a long time; though it was probably about 10-15 seconds) and I was able to open my eyes. That was the end of dive #3. My instructor looked at the two of us as we were walking out of the water said that he could see that neither of us wanted to do a second dive but neither of us wanted to say so. Very observent instructor. We definately didn't. At this point I wasn't sure I wanted to get in the water again.
In fact it has taken all day for me to realize that I do want to get in the water again. I like looking at creatures. I like being able to breathe underwater. I don't like the fact that visibility appears to be inversely proportional to feeling claustrophobic, but at least I know what to expect now. Hopefully next Saturday will be better...
So, I was supposed to be a certified diver today (finish my OW dives 3 & 4)...but apparently it's not in the cards...that's ok; there's always another day...
Yesterday was my first OW dive. We were supposed to do two dives but due to drysuit issues with my instructor's suit we ended early. It was fine, we did some skills, went down to 25 feet, saw sea cucumbers, anemones (sp?), star fish, sun stars, and all sorts of other interesting creatures. Oh yes, and a seal! Pretty sweet! He was two and a half feet away from me and we were face to face. It was definately overwhelming though, going from a nice clear pool to a murky ocean, from a bathing suit to a full 7mm wetsuit and 28lbs of weight around my hips makes the whole experience quite different. It was also a little nippy about 50 degrees in the ocean and windy and threatening to rain above it... And, to top it all off, something that I couldn't quite put my finger on was bothering me afterwards.
Today however was not so fine. It was choppy and the visibility was about 5 feet where we were supposed to descend. I tried to descend I couldn't handle not being able to see anything. It was only about 10 feet but it didn't matter; it was quickly making me incredibly claustrophobic, not to mention disorientated by the water movement. We came back and stayed on the surface for a bit; my instructor was easy going about it and jsut let me relax and next time we went down by following the bottom so I had a reference point. No problem, we descended along the rocks for a couple of minutes looking at creatures until we had to stop because my buddy couldn't equalize her ears. I was fine (coping at any rate) until we stopped. Since I had nothing else to occupy my thoughts with, they quickly returned to visions of water closing in on me (yes, I know, I was already surrounded, but nobody has ever claimed claustrophobia is rational...) So after about 10 seconds of arguing with myself the irrational side won out and my instructor had my buddy on one side of him signalling that she thinks her ears are ok, "let's go down" and me on the other side signalling "up, up!". Up we went. *Sigh*
I felt bad for having us go up again but I was really struggling to keep my composure and I didn't want to end up losing it, because I know that that would make it infinately harder to go back down. So we bobbed around on the surface for a bit; I reassured myself that my reg was giving me enough air (though it felt like it wasn't), my instructor convinced me that it was perfectly alright to stay up here till I was ready to try again (he was happy and dry with his fixed suit), and my buddy offered to hold my hand if it would help to give me reassurace (thank you buddy ).
So we went down again, this time we kept moving, ears were good all around and we did some skills including the mask removal and replacement which I hadn't, until today, been worried about. However, I was determined to get through it, and I did, barely. Brrrrr, I quickly realized just how warm a hood keeps your head when my mask strap pulled my hood halfway back across the top of my head...and I also learned how hard it is to trust somebody when all your senses are telling you they are wrong. It is amazing how a cleared mask can feel like it is still completely filled with water... even though my instructor was squeezing my hand to let me know that my mask was actually clear I could not, did not, feel like I could open my eyes. My instructor was at this point hoping he is not inducing panic in me because he's now got one hand over my reg so I can't spit it out (this I found out later, I didn't even know he had is hand over it; not that I had any intention of spitting it out I had my teeth clamped down on it harder than ever) as well as having the other hand squeezing mine which is supposed to be signalling to me that I am fine and the mask is clear. Common sense finally took over (it seemed like a long time; though it was probably about 10-15 seconds) and I was able to open my eyes. That was the end of dive #3. My instructor looked at the two of us as we were walking out of the water said that he could see that neither of us wanted to do a second dive but neither of us wanted to say so. Very observent instructor. We definately didn't. At this point I wasn't sure I wanted to get in the water again.
In fact it has taken all day for me to realize that I do want to get in the water again. I like looking at creatures. I like being able to breathe underwater. I don't like the fact that visibility appears to be inversely proportional to feeling claustrophobic, but at least I know what to expect now. Hopefully next Saturday will be better...