Hello. My last name is Metz, but I will not divulge my first name in order to preserve my anonimity. My tale is both terrifying and shocking, it is not for the faint of heart.
It all started out like any other November dive at an undisclosed location. The boat arrived on site exactly on time, and after the pre-dive brief we geared up a set out into the 78 degree water. Max depth was 65' and we were on a 36 mix. My buddy was pretty good on gas consumption, and before I knew it we were 55 minutes into the dive. I signaled time and we began our ascent. I dive quite a so I like to be a little extra cautious with my ascents... I like about 10'/ min. I was passing through 53' when it happened. I was chilly.
The dive had been interesting and several large turtles had occupied my attention for much of the dive. I had failed to pick up on the subtle warning signs... slight discomfort, a feeling of coldness, having to pee. My 3mm wetsuit wasn't enough, and I was still over 50' below the surface.
I tried to keep a level head, to think through the situation. At 57 minutes I was coming up on 30', but I still had a safety stop ahead of me. I calculated at the rate I was losing heat that I probably had less than 36 hours before hypothermia started to cloud my thinking. I had to act fast. I signaled to my buddy that I was peeing, but he was playing with some almost invisible jellyfish or really small thing in the water column and I couln't get his attention. With two minutes to go on the hang, I was out of pee and in real trouble. Voiding my bladder cleared the path for some gas that had developed at depth and a 65' fart rumbled out at 15'. My buddy searched in all directions for the source of the noise until he saw a stream of bubbles flowing out the neck of my wetsuit. I gave him the it's cold signal, and he nodded. We continued our stop, knowing that with every passing second our core temperatures were dwindling. Finally, 3 minutes ticked off and we continued our ascent at an agonizingly slow rate. Then, surface. Warmth, the sun shining. The boat was waiting for us and picked us up immediately. "It's cold" we said.
In spite of this experience, I still dive. I have a passion for it. I learned an important lesson that day though... 78 degrees is 7mm weather.