scuba_junkie
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While on a dive trip to Gilboa, I had my first scary experience while diving. As a note, I am very relaxed and comfortable in the water, and have loved every minute of diving except for the few minutes I am about to tell you....
My dive buddy and I where at the tubes in about 60 feet of water. We did this exact same dive the day before, so this was not anything new to me. Well, I ventured through one of the tubes and when I came out the other side, I waited for my buddy. While waiting, I noticed that for some reason or another I couldnt seem to get enought air. I checked my gages, all OK. When my buddy appeared, I motioned him over. At that point I didnt feel too bad, so I motioned for him to follow me... I headed back down one of the tubes which lead to shallower water. As I swam down it, again, I felt short of breath and could not seem to get enough air... then I started getting a little panicky. Not to the point where I was going to do anything stupid, but just where I started thinking about my options. My brain told me to get the regulator out of my mouth so I could breathe without the constriction... but of course logic said "Hey.. your 60 feet under water.. it doesnt work that way dummy!". The fear of drowning started to creep me out... and all I wanted to do was get to the surface... Well again, logic and training took over and reminded my fear stricken brain about what happens when you surface too fast... so finally my brain and logic came to an agreement that we should start heading up at the 'safe' rate and not panic. I motioned to my buddy that I wanted to surface and that I didnt feel right... he gave me an OK and started to go up with me... slowly. At this point, I was at one of the rock cliffs that goes from the bottom of the 60 foot area to within about 10 feet of the surface... I stared at the wall as I stated ascending just to give me a visual reference of my speed and also something to occupy my mind and hold the fear at bay. Well after only about 5-10 feet, I started feeling better, so I stopped and motioned for my buddy to do the same. After another few seconds I felt back to normal and was ecstatic that I had conquered the situation. I tried my best to explain what had happened to my buddy, but just ended up finally letting him know that I was OK. We continued our dive, and actually went back to the 60 foot area again a few minutes later. I felt fine.
I dont know what really happened to me, if I just got truly winded and could not catch my breath (I mountain bike a ton, so I doubt that is it), or maybe I had cranked my BC a little too snug and couldnt expand my chest comfortably.... I dont know. One thing that does stick out in my head is that the night before I had a couple 'around the campfire' beers (3-4) which I have never done before a dive. I suppose that could have been a contributing factor, but I am not sure. I remember that anything more than 'social' drinking the night before a dive is a 'no-no', so maybe it was it. If thats the case, I was lucky and will know better in the future. I guess the partial case of smoke inhalation from sitting by the campfire helped try to kill me too.... heh heh
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In any event, I havent had the chance to do any more diving since then, but I still think about what happend and it makes me a little nervous. I want to get out again so I can get over the fear and hopefully prove to myself that it was just a series of things I should have avoided in the first place that caused my litte spook.
Any advice or thoughts here? I know that someone will give me a good slap upside the head for the 'beer' thing, and I wont mind at all... trust me. Like I said... lesson learned.
scuba_junkie
My dive buddy and I where at the tubes in about 60 feet of water. We did this exact same dive the day before, so this was not anything new to me. Well, I ventured through one of the tubes and when I came out the other side, I waited for my buddy. While waiting, I noticed that for some reason or another I couldnt seem to get enought air. I checked my gages, all OK. When my buddy appeared, I motioned him over. At that point I didnt feel too bad, so I motioned for him to follow me... I headed back down one of the tubes which lead to shallower water. As I swam down it, again, I felt short of breath and could not seem to get enough air... then I started getting a little panicky. Not to the point where I was going to do anything stupid, but just where I started thinking about my options. My brain told me to get the regulator out of my mouth so I could breathe without the constriction... but of course logic said "Hey.. your 60 feet under water.. it doesnt work that way dummy!". The fear of drowning started to creep me out... and all I wanted to do was get to the surface... Well again, logic and training took over and reminded my fear stricken brain about what happens when you surface too fast... so finally my brain and logic came to an agreement that we should start heading up at the 'safe' rate and not panic. I motioned to my buddy that I wanted to surface and that I didnt feel right... he gave me an OK and started to go up with me... slowly. At this point, I was at one of the rock cliffs that goes from the bottom of the 60 foot area to within about 10 feet of the surface... I stared at the wall as I stated ascending just to give me a visual reference of my speed and also something to occupy my mind and hold the fear at bay. Well after only about 5-10 feet, I started feeling better, so I stopped and motioned for my buddy to do the same. After another few seconds I felt back to normal and was ecstatic that I had conquered the situation. I tried my best to explain what had happened to my buddy, but just ended up finally letting him know that I was OK. We continued our dive, and actually went back to the 60 foot area again a few minutes later. I felt fine.
I dont know what really happened to me, if I just got truly winded and could not catch my breath (I mountain bike a ton, so I doubt that is it), or maybe I had cranked my BC a little too snug and couldnt expand my chest comfortably.... I dont know. One thing that does stick out in my head is that the night before I had a couple 'around the campfire' beers (3-4) which I have never done before a dive. I suppose that could have been a contributing factor, but I am not sure. I remember that anything more than 'social' drinking the night before a dive is a 'no-no', so maybe it was it. If thats the case, I was lucky and will know better in the future. I guess the partial case of smoke inhalation from sitting by the campfire helped try to kill me too.... heh heh
In any event, I havent had the chance to do any more diving since then, but I still think about what happend and it makes me a little nervous. I want to get out again so I can get over the fear and hopefully prove to myself that it was just a series of things I should have avoided in the first place that caused my litte spook.
Any advice or thoughts here? I know that someone will give me a good slap upside the head for the 'beer' thing, and I wont mind at all... trust me. Like I said... lesson learned.
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