Yesterday I had a panic attack during my first dive of the day in Cozumel. And, I'm not entirely sure why. I was diving with Scuba Mau, and there were two couples on the boat and myself. We were at Palancar Caves and descended to the sandy bottom and headed over to the reef and continued our decscent. The plan was to hit 90 feet and cruise for 5-10 minutes before ascending to 70 feet. At about 85 feet, I started to feel "not right" and restricted, and my breathing rate began to skyrocket. This just sort of amplified the restricted feeling I was having. I motioned to the DM that something was wrong and I needed to ascend. So we ascended to about 60 feet, where I began to calm down. I finished the dive with no problems, and did the second dive without incident.
I was in my own gear with the exception of my wetsuit. I only have a shorty, so Opal loaned me a full suit since water temp was about 78F. Looking back, I think that may have been a contributing factor as it was my first time in a full suit. Normally I wear a shorty or shorts and a rash guard. Also, it's been a particularly busy and rough month at work with cast change, the Rick Springfield charter, my boss coming onboard, and the Backstreet Boys charter. I've been working tons of extra hours, and sleep has been a bit hard to come by on some days. Plus, it's the last month of my contract. Maybe my mind had enough. Perhaps the lack of sleep amplified the narcosis and I had a dark narc.
Either way, I'm proud of how I handled it. It was my first "panic moment" in the 65 dives I've done in the past year or so. I didn't bolt for the surface, i ascended, got my breathing under control, and continued my dive.
I was in my own gear with the exception of my wetsuit. I only have a shorty, so Opal loaned me a full suit since water temp was about 78F. Looking back, I think that may have been a contributing factor as it was my first time in a full suit. Normally I wear a shorty or shorts and a rash guard. Also, it's been a particularly busy and rough month at work with cast change, the Rick Springfield charter, my boss coming onboard, and the Backstreet Boys charter. I've been working tons of extra hours, and sleep has been a bit hard to come by on some days. Plus, it's the last month of my contract. Maybe my mind had enough. Perhaps the lack of sleep amplified the narcosis and I had a dark narc.
Either way, I'm proud of how I handled it. It was my first "panic moment" in the 65 dives I've done in the past year or so. I didn't bolt for the surface, i ascended, got my breathing under control, and continued my dive.