Glad to hear Alan!
I did something similar on Friday. I needed some me time so I headed out to the park. I got there about 12:00 noon on Friday. I had intended to do two complete solo dives and just drift around the park for the serenity of it all. The park wasn't crowded at all.
Unfortunately, my Wendy's lunch had other plans. After eating at Wendy's (no insult intended -- I like Wendy's), I had a queasy stomach feeling. Ignoring this feeling, I jumped in to the water with regulator in mouth and made an effort at a dive.
I did a compass nav across the channel toward the twin silos. I hit the marker buoy spot on at 32ffw. Visibility was about 6-10 ft. The algae bloom is starting to take off. The water above 30ffw was uncomfortably warm. From my vantage point, I had plenty of natural sunlight and I could see a carabiner type device tied to the buoy rope at 40ffw. I started to descend down the rope to the silos. At 40ffw while staring at the carabiner, I realized that I left my dive light back at the picnic table.
Not to fear, I reached into my BC pocket and pulled out my backup light that I always carry there. Good for me! I was a bit surprised. From 40ffw, I could just make out a silhouette of the top of the silos at 50ffw. I continued down the line. Hit the silo catwalk thing at 50ffw. Ducked into the silo and planted my gauge in the mud at 58ffw.
All the while, I had this queasy stomach feeling from lunch and I couldn't hang inverted in the water without other unpleasant sensations churning. I almost yacked through my regulator. So I decided to abort the dive after just 22 minutes. I figured it was better to be uncomfortable and hot on the top side while still being alive rather than having a major incident out depth. So that was my diving for the day.
I packed my gear and returned home. Took a nap on the couch and all was fine by 5:00pm. I don't know. It was kind of a wasted day of diving.