I few weeks ago I had a close call in Hawaii that has made me reconsider my love for Scuba. Let me first say that I am not certified but I have taken intro courses on 3 seperate occasions and I am usually pretty cool under (water) pressure. I was just beginning the second of two dives and had hed descended to about 20 to 30 feet of water. I decided that I wanted to dive closer to the sea floor to examine some coral and proceeded to dive with my head slightly lower than the rest of my body when I felt and heard a loud pop or busting noise. I felt this explosion (for lack of a better word) and felt it vibrate my body. I immediately stopped and hovered but when I took my next breath, my regulator flooded with sea water with about a ration of 75 to 25 percent water to oxygen. Obviously, being still a relative beginner I nearly panicked. My dive instructor had traveled about 20 to 30 feet in front of me which seemed like a mile underwater. I knew that I couldn't shoot to the surface safely and yet I (miraculously) kept my cool and decided I to exhale and hope that the water would be flushed through the mouthpiece. I just prayed that once my lungs were empty that my next breath wouldn't bring more water. Well, my next breath brought more water, but fortunately it was 75 to 25 percent in favor of oxygen. I continued to expell the seawater but each successive breath brought more of the same. After a few breaths my instructor noticed that I was in distress. He came back to me and I didn't really no how to signal my problem to him while under water so I I gave the "thumb up" sign and started to slowly ascend to the surface. When at the surface I gave him the lowdown on my technical issue and he gave me the option to return to the boat to have a new regulator place on my gear and I agreed. The captain of the boat replaced the regulator and I stubbornly resumed my dive, although I was a bit shaken at what had preceeded me. My story doesn't end here, sadly. I soon discovered that whenever the angle of my body went past perpendicular to the seafloor (with my head lower than the rest of my body), I would get a nice sip of seawater gurgle into my regulator. I would flush it out and I could resume my dive as long I remained relatively upright in the water. Aside from the initial horror of thinking I was going to die in Hawaii, the rest of my dive was marred by my overall unease and lack of confidence that hung over my head the rest of the time I spent in the water.
To make a long story short, I felt like I was annoying the dive personnel with my accounts of the incident. The captain said he had never heard of anything like that happening before and that he would have to consult a technician, then went about his business as if it never happened. This was more concern than my dive instructor showed. He acted like it never even happened or that it was figment of my imagination. I know something went wrong that day, though I can't seem to pinpoint anything using the internet. Does anyone know what the heck happened here?
GS
To make a long story short, I felt like I was annoying the dive personnel with my accounts of the incident. The captain said he had never heard of anything like that happening before and that he would have to consult a technician, then went about his business as if it never happened. This was more concern than my dive instructor showed. He acted like it never even happened or that it was figment of my imagination. I know something went wrong that day, though I can't seem to pinpoint anything using the internet. Does anyone know what the heck happened here?
GS