I did my first dry suit dives yesterday, and used a p-valve for the first time, as well.
The day held a number of firsts, actually... This was the first time during the twenty years I've known my wife, where I refused her assistance with a condom.
Quite painfully, I learned that if the receiver tip is too small, adhesive sticks where it doesn't belong, resulting in pain no man should ever have to endure. Finally settling on the correct size and model from the Rochester sample bag, I ventured to the dive site.
The first dive was uneventful. After a bit of instruction, I donned the suit, connecting the catheter, and entered the water. For the next 54 minutes, I had no urge to go. A large coffee during the SI cured that, and I walked down to the water's edge, ready to try my new gizmo.
I strode into the waters of the Puget Sound, ankle deep, on the public beach access to the Edmonds Underwater Park next to the ferry landing, thinking, this is truly going to be an act of faith... I'm about to pee in a perfectly dry suit... can I do this?
I placed my arms on my hips, arching back slightly, taking in the natural charms of the site. The ferry was offloading it's burden of vehicles, foot passengers were already making their way to the beach. The brisk salt air was spiced with tantalizing aromas wafting over from the Tandoori grill of a nearby restaraunt... I relaxed, and let my bladder drain.
Shocked out of my trance, I realized that the pee was entering the water rather loudly. A solid stream arced from the bolt in my thigh into the Sound, a bold, neon testament to the fact that I had indeed taken my B-vitamins that morning. I turned away from the ferry landing, only to see a family moving toward me from the beach...
Dear God, what was I thinking? I waded deeper, submerging the bubbling bolt, feeling as though every eye in Edmonds was upon me.
Gearing up as quickly as humanly possible, my buddy and I made our second dive.
Before the cops arrived.
Steve