ColinCB
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Yesterday I had the chance to dive the famous Yongala wreck off of the east coast of Australia.
Basic dive details: 15m vis, moderate current parallel from bow to stern.
Dive day began with a rather stormy boat ride out, but got clearer as we reached the site. I felt fine. First dive went off with only a small hitch, under weighted by 1.5kg or so, but other than that, it was a great dive. Max 27m, 41 minute dive, got back onto the boat. I didn't really notice it until I got back onto the boat, but I had a headache. Like a vice was crushing the sides of my head in. The rocking of the boat was definitely getting to me. 1 hour long SI, and then back to the second dive.
By the time the second dive arrived, I was nauseous with a pounding headache, thanks to the rocking boat. I knew getting into the water would help. I get in the water and descend to the bow. We ride the current to the stern and make the turn. At this point I'm at 21m or so and I notice my reg is becoming slightly harder to breathe. I notice the current has picked up as well. I'm about 1/2 back to the bow line when I'm getting especially fatigued and my reg feels like I'm working way to hard. I'm taking of lot of short shallow breathes. I feel like crap. I decide to call the dive. I realize my breathing is off, and force myself to take deeper breathes. I check my SPG constantly and I'm fine on gas, 160bar at this point. Signal my buddy and tell him I want to ascend. The journey back to the line was horrifyingly slow. I felt like I was kicking and kicking and getting no where. I reach the line with 120 in my tank. Still breathing heavily at this point. I begin to ascend. I take a half stop and then continue onto the normal stop at 5m. At this point my buddy, the DM, signals if I'm ok. I signal him ok. He leaves to go back down. I surface after the stop and go to the boat with 105 still in my tank. The swells are moderate, maybe a meter or so. I use the lines to pull myself to the boat. I'm getting smashed by the waves, but I remember one thing, keep the damn regulator in your mouth and breathe. I somehow make it to the boat, but the captain is to busy taking information to help my get up the ladder. I get my fins off and throw them on the boat. I pull myself up the ladder, exhausted, drop my gear in the rack, and proceed to completely and utterly empty my stomach of everything that's in it for 20 minutes. At least the giant trevally are enjoying my half digested breakfast. I sit down and think about what happened.
This is what I thought about.
Should I have called the dive after the first?
Should the DM have left me?
Should I have let the current take me back to the stern and held onto the buoy at the surface? (there are two buoys marking the bow and stern)
I did a few things well, controlled my breathing as much as possible, called the dive, and kept the reg in my mouth.
This is the first time in my diving career I have ever felt like things were slightly out of control. I hated the feeling.
Basic dive details: 15m vis, moderate current parallel from bow to stern.
Dive day began with a rather stormy boat ride out, but got clearer as we reached the site. I felt fine. First dive went off with only a small hitch, under weighted by 1.5kg or so, but other than that, it was a great dive. Max 27m, 41 minute dive, got back onto the boat. I didn't really notice it until I got back onto the boat, but I had a headache. Like a vice was crushing the sides of my head in. The rocking of the boat was definitely getting to me. 1 hour long SI, and then back to the second dive.
By the time the second dive arrived, I was nauseous with a pounding headache, thanks to the rocking boat. I knew getting into the water would help. I get in the water and descend to the bow. We ride the current to the stern and make the turn. At this point I'm at 21m or so and I notice my reg is becoming slightly harder to breathe. I notice the current has picked up as well. I'm about 1/2 back to the bow line when I'm getting especially fatigued and my reg feels like I'm working way to hard. I'm taking of lot of short shallow breathes. I feel like crap. I decide to call the dive. I realize my breathing is off, and force myself to take deeper breathes. I check my SPG constantly and I'm fine on gas, 160bar at this point. Signal my buddy and tell him I want to ascend. The journey back to the line was horrifyingly slow. I felt like I was kicking and kicking and getting no where. I reach the line with 120 in my tank. Still breathing heavily at this point. I begin to ascend. I take a half stop and then continue onto the normal stop at 5m. At this point my buddy, the DM, signals if I'm ok. I signal him ok. He leaves to go back down. I surface after the stop and go to the boat with 105 still in my tank. The swells are moderate, maybe a meter or so. I use the lines to pull myself to the boat. I'm getting smashed by the waves, but I remember one thing, keep the damn regulator in your mouth and breathe. I somehow make it to the boat, but the captain is to busy taking information to help my get up the ladder. I get my fins off and throw them on the boat. I pull myself up the ladder, exhausted, drop my gear in the rack, and proceed to completely and utterly empty my stomach of everything that's in it for 20 minutes. At least the giant trevally are enjoying my half digested breakfast. I sit down and think about what happened.
This is what I thought about.
Should I have called the dive after the first?
Should the DM have left me?
Should I have let the current take me back to the stern and held onto the buoy at the surface? (there are two buoys marking the bow and stern)
I did a few things well, controlled my breathing as much as possible, called the dive, and kept the reg in my mouth.
This is the first time in my diving career I have ever felt like things were slightly out of control. I hated the feeling.