Too many people look for a dramatic transformation (such as Cool Tech felt) to define the depth they get narced. Paranoia is the SAFEST response to narcosis, but in reality most of us just morph into having the cognitive abilities of a cow (bovine index)... and we are too stupid at that depth to realize it.
Strangely I didn't read it like that. I rememberd two things clearly from his post (does that mean I'm narced?)
1) when you dive deeper than 200ft without any planning or experience then weird sht happens and you really aren't in a position to deal with it
and
2) Cooltech is a lot fatter now then when he was 21.
The first part of that came off to me as one of those überdiver stories that people only tell at parties after they've had too much to drink and the second part has more to do with the mid life crisis of *every* man who is fatter than they were when they were 21 than it has to do with diving.
I have my own über diver story, although I don't feel über for telling it. It's a true story. I was an inexperienced diver (looking back) and descending along a wall with my buddy when we dropped down on a group diving in a big single-file line along the wall. they were at about 40 metres.
The last diver in the line was (I guess) not quite at the same depth as the others and swam straight into a huge ball of discarded monofiliment.
I saw it happen was wasn't sure at first what the problem was because he started just moving is arms around wildly and he looked like he was struggling. I looked at my buddy, he looked at me, we both looked at te diver in question.
Then the flailing around started getting serious and he started sinking along the wall. I don't know for sure how deep it is there, but I think it's over 100m deep. He was in .... teeerrrubble! Big trubble.
I looked at my buddy again, he looked at me and I put my head down and started after him as fast as I could swim. It was the beginning of our dive, as I said, and I don't think the guy knew we were there yet. The incident started at about 40m.
I kept chasing him until I caught up and then pinned him against the wall. That was the first moment when I stopped for a second and could feel the narcosis.....pppfffffff! bad.
I picked up my gauges to look at them, read them, thought "bugger!" and dropped them and promptly forgot what they said. I picked them up again and thought "BUGGER" and dropped them again and promptly forgot what they said.
The third time I didn't bother picking them up to read them because I could remember that I said "bugger" the last two times. I was holding the diver against the wall and I could see that he was hopelessly entangled in a big ball of discarded fishing line. I stared at him trying to figure out what to do when about then my buddy arrived signing FRANTICALLY to ascend. I looked at him but didn't really see him and he signed it again. like this:
UP UP UP UP . FUC .. UP UP UP!!!!
after him signing up about 10 times I thought.... that's a better plan than my plan (my plan was to do nothing) and I grabbed our guy and started pulling him up.
fast forward to the shallows because I really don't know how we got there... and we spent the rest of dive ... for as much air as we had at 10-5 metres.
when the air was up we surfaced and hoped for the best. Nobody had a computer (we didn't have computers back then), nobody got bent, the guy's buddy never surfaced to look for him and the dude STILL owes me a beer that I never got!
Ultimately that was one big custer fluck that happened to work out ok. It still gives me the heebiejeebies to think about it.
oh yeah... and after the dive my depth gauge, that IIRC, went to about 200ft, was pinned... I have no idea how deep we were.
R..