OP
My poor wife again...
So, I was teaching an Advanced Nitrox class. It was a hard class and lasted like most of a whole winter.
toward the end when every one could actually almost dive, we planned to drop over the buss at Gilboa, do last minute checks and then drop over the wall and get some depth.
There was two students myself and my wife. My wife zipped right on past the top of the bus all the way to the bottom. I kind of flashed a "question sign as she sailed past and the student who was her buddy just kind if shrugged his shoulders and followed here.
I followed with the other student and there she was...on the bottom on all 4's with my student hovering there with a puzzled look on his face.
She was not only breathing but I thought I heard her saying bad words into her reg.
I asked her if she was ok and she said no. I offered her air. She said more bad words and pointed over her shoulder. At first I thought..."yes, you have tanks just like the rest of us but what are you doing?"
That's when I saw the problem. We were using Zeagle bc's at the time and they have a pull dump. Well, the whole valve had come apart and everytime she tried to inflate the wing a big plume of bubbles came up from behind her shoulder.
I lifted her up to the line (she was heavy with full doubles and decompression gas) figuring she'd put some air in her dry suit and we could follow the line back. I guess she wasn't ready yet because when I set her on the line and let go she just flipped around to the under side of the line and said more bad words into her reg.
Boy that was a long class.
So, I was teaching an Advanced Nitrox class. It was a hard class and lasted like most of a whole winter.
toward the end when every one could actually almost dive, we planned to drop over the buss at Gilboa, do last minute checks and then drop over the wall and get some depth.
There was two students myself and my wife. My wife zipped right on past the top of the bus all the way to the bottom. I kind of flashed a "question sign as she sailed past and the student who was her buddy just kind if shrugged his shoulders and followed here.
I followed with the other student and there she was...on the bottom on all 4's with my student hovering there with a puzzled look on his face.
She was not only breathing but I thought I heard her saying bad words into her reg.
I asked her if she was ok and she said no. I offered her air. She said more bad words and pointed over her shoulder. At first I thought..."yes, you have tanks just like the rest of us but what are you doing?"
That's when I saw the problem. We were using Zeagle bc's at the time and they have a pull dump. Well, the whole valve had come apart and everytime she tried to inflate the wing a big plume of bubbles came up from behind her shoulder.
I lifted her up to the line (she was heavy with full doubles and decompression gas) figuring she'd put some air in her dry suit and we could follow the line back. I guess she wasn't ready yet because when I set her on the line and let go she just flipped around to the under side of the line and said more bad words into her reg.
Boy that was a long class.