dwatts
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I signed up to dive in Panama City Beach. A guy from home (Atlanta) was to meet me and we would dive together...our first time diving together. He is experienced...has his own nitrox tanks...etc...
We approach the site and begin gearing up. We talk about weights and how much to use. He mentions that he's not sure since he has put on a few pounds in the past year...he says he'll go a little heavier just to be sure (he actually changed his mind and went lighter).
We jump in and begin descending. He is in front of me. I notice that he seems to be struggling a bit. He keeps fighting his weighting problem (too light) but I didn't know what was wrong at first. Eventually, he lets me know that he needs to go up to get more weight...I follow.
***Hindsight Note #1*** While fighting his weight problem he had consumed much more air than either of us realized at this point.
We head back down and as we get to the bottom he loses a fin. I didn't see it fall off so I did not realize what the problem was. As he looks for the fin he can't find me. I was swimming around him so as he spun to find me I was swimming in a circle around him about 8 or 10 feet away. I still didn't know anything was wrong...
Shortly, I realized that there was a problem so I swam to him and then he saw me. I could see distress in his face. He pointed to his missing fin so I started looking around for it. Within seconds another diver brought the fin to him.
***Hindsight Note #2*** The additional stress of the fin had consumed even more air...a lot more air!
By this point he was visibly stressed. Then, he looked at his SPG and it read 500psi remaining. He had gulped down his tank and this caused him to panic! He let me know he was low and needed to go up. He started ascending but was heading up too fast.
I tried to calm him and slow him down but I also realized that I am not rescue trained and I had to help him with caution. He was ignoring my attempts to slow down. Then, at around 45 feet he drew his last breath from his tank!
I was right there by him and could see what was happening. I handed over my primary.
Now, I currently have an Air2 and I've heard people say that they don't like them. I always just considered that kind of talk just Internet opinions. Now I know better. My Air2 breathed wet...very wet. Even after purging it I was getting water. So I motioned to share my primary. I was still calm so I would take 1 or 2 breaths then my buddy would take it back...for 5 or 6 breaths.
We got to the surface...no safety stop. I watched him get to the boat where the captain was waiting for him. Then I went back down for my safety stop.
During the 1 hour SI he was breathing hard and fast but he did not incur a hit. When it was time to gear up for dive #2 he wasn't sure what he would do. I just encouraged him to play it safe. After some thought he wanted to get back on that horse. We dove the 2nd dive but stayed higher (off the bottom). He was anxious and continually checked his SPG. I could see the anxiety so I stayed right at his side. He finished the dive early but successfully.
***After thoughts***
This was a series of events that individually would never had been a problem...but combined in just the right sequence it resulted in his first ever panic attack. He said that he "knew" in his mind that he should just calm down and go slow...but he couldn't. He could not fight the fear...the anxiety...the panic!
This is a guy who I see as a very mellow person. Someone that you would never pick to have a panic attach. It CAN happen to anyone.
I learned that my Air2 is crap when I need it the most. I'll start looking into a long-hose configuration immediately. I hope to never need it again...but just in case...
We approach the site and begin gearing up. We talk about weights and how much to use. He mentions that he's not sure since he has put on a few pounds in the past year...he says he'll go a little heavier just to be sure (he actually changed his mind and went lighter).
We jump in and begin descending. He is in front of me. I notice that he seems to be struggling a bit. He keeps fighting his weighting problem (too light) but I didn't know what was wrong at first. Eventually, he lets me know that he needs to go up to get more weight...I follow.
***Hindsight Note #1*** While fighting his weight problem he had consumed much more air than either of us realized at this point.
We head back down and as we get to the bottom he loses a fin. I didn't see it fall off so I did not realize what the problem was. As he looks for the fin he can't find me. I was swimming around him so as he spun to find me I was swimming in a circle around him about 8 or 10 feet away. I still didn't know anything was wrong...
Shortly, I realized that there was a problem so I swam to him and then he saw me. I could see distress in his face. He pointed to his missing fin so I started looking around for it. Within seconds another diver brought the fin to him.
***Hindsight Note #2*** The additional stress of the fin had consumed even more air...a lot more air!
By this point he was visibly stressed. Then, he looked at his SPG and it read 500psi remaining. He had gulped down his tank and this caused him to panic! He let me know he was low and needed to go up. He started ascending but was heading up too fast.
I tried to calm him and slow him down but I also realized that I am not rescue trained and I had to help him with caution. He was ignoring my attempts to slow down. Then, at around 45 feet he drew his last breath from his tank!
I was right there by him and could see what was happening. I handed over my primary.
Now, I currently have an Air2 and I've heard people say that they don't like them. I always just considered that kind of talk just Internet opinions. Now I know better. My Air2 breathed wet...very wet. Even after purging it I was getting water. So I motioned to share my primary. I was still calm so I would take 1 or 2 breaths then my buddy would take it back...for 5 or 6 breaths.
We got to the surface...no safety stop. I watched him get to the boat where the captain was waiting for him. Then I went back down for my safety stop.
During the 1 hour SI he was breathing hard and fast but he did not incur a hit. When it was time to gear up for dive #2 he wasn't sure what he would do. I just encouraged him to play it safe. After some thought he wanted to get back on that horse. We dove the 2nd dive but stayed higher (off the bottom). He was anxious and continually checked his SPG. I could see the anxiety so I stayed right at his side. He finished the dive early but successfully.
***After thoughts***
This was a series of events that individually would never had been a problem...but combined in just the right sequence it resulted in his first ever panic attack. He said that he "knew" in his mind that he should just calm down and go slow...but he couldn't. He could not fight the fear...the anxiety...the panic!
This is a guy who I see as a very mellow person. Someone that you would never pick to have a panic attach. It CAN happen to anyone.
I learned that my Air2 is crap when I need it the most. I'll start looking into a long-hose configuration immediately. I hope to never need it again...but just in case...