I don't remember the post, but she offhandedly (and jokingly) said something like "on a shore dive, I keep my regs in my mouth until I'm back at the car". At the time, I'd take them out once I got to the surface, and maybe switch to snorkel if there was chop. But the point was made, until there's no chance of getting your face wet, make sure you have air getting into your air hole.
So the very first ocean dive with my new drysuit after that was at the local breakwater. It's a really easy dive site, and this one was decent but mostly unmemorable. I must have said something about keeping regs in to my buddy (an instabuddy from the local dive shop.) We surfaced, got onto the huge breakwater rocks (each is about 5 feet long, and 3 feet on each remaining side. They're big.) It was lowish tide, and we got onto a barnacle and seaweed covered layer to clamber back up and get to the staging area (read: parking lot) It's standard egress for the site.
This is where The Dive Became Memorable. I don't know what happened, wake from a container ship, meteor strike, but I got my a$$ handed to me by a huge wave, from behind, gooned down, cross-checking major plus misconduct suspension, face-down onto the rocks, underwater. I struggled with the 100# of gear to get up, got onto my knees, then it happened again. And again. And again. Over and over. It just didn't stop. I was face-down in the water, getting scraped along the barnacles and seaweed. This went on for more than a minute, and I couldn't get up. I found out my buddy couldn't help me because the waves kept him turtled.
Lucky my suit is a puncture-and abrasion-resistant style with Kevlar reinforcement, otherwise I would have had to replace it after one dive.
More importantly, lucky my buddy and I were still using regulated air. If we had switched to atmospheric, I don't know what would have happened. I'd likely have drowned.
That's how she saved my life, and hey, maybe my buddy's. Thanks, Lynne.
Does anyone know her preferred drink?