pacificgal
Rest in Peace...
Anyone can have a bad day at Monastery, I would prefer to have my bad day somewhere that isn't known as "Mortuary Beach"
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One thing to remember about Monastery is that getting out of the water is only part 1. Part 2 is trying to climb back up the sand hill.
You can do a search for diver recovers from 10/9/04 accident,
but I'll tell you too.
I wasn't as experienced as I should have been, I didn't know enough to know what a non-divable day at Monastery looked like. I depended on my buddies and what they knew of my level of experience to determine what was a good dive for me. I shouldn't have tried.
I tried getting through the surf zone as I have been taught, air out of BCD, fins on, mask on, crawl through surf, lost my mask, lost a fin, was at the mercy of the surf, got tossed about as if in a washing machine, must have hit my head on my tank and lost consciousness.
I had waited for my dive buddies to get in so that I could see how it was done, and they were a bit far away when I got into trouble. They saw I had issues, one got to me and told me to keep my reg in my mouth, I nodded acknowledgement and passed out.
They pulled me out, gave me CPR, got an ambulance there, and then I spent the next 4 months in the hospital, 2 in a coma, 3 on a ventilator, 4 in total. They had to remove those monster berries from my lungs. I left the hospital in a wheelchair and on dialysis, the lack of oxygen to my organs caused kidney failure that didn't ever recover.
I went from a wheelchair to a walker, then to diving again.
It wasn't a diving accident, it was an entry accident. The last thing I remember was driving to Monterey that morning, and I think I actually said a prayer facing the Monastery when I entered.
I knew it was going to be a tough dive for me, but I was cocky and didn't know my limitations because I wasn't experienced enough.
I don't blame anyone but myself.
I am lucky to be alive, lucky to be walking, and will get a kidney transplant in the next 1-2 years so hopefully life will be normal after that. I still have some limitations, such as flexibility and the whole kidney-function thing, but I am so grateful to be alive, so grateful I had good dive buddies that day, and thankful to God that he let me live to dive another day.
I take nothing for granted anymore, and live every day as if it's my last.
I will not stop diving, but I will not dive Monastery again, no matter how much experience I have.
Now I'm afraid no one wants to dive with me