Update of the scuba diving class.
I hate scuba diving. Hate it, hate it, hate it. Could not possibly hate it more. Would rather have a root canal.
I was doing pretty well. We were in a training pool with a 4 foot ledge and the rest was 10 feet deep. Got through day one, but had some issues with one of the tests. That was taking the mask off underwater, putting it back on, and blowing through your nose to clear the water out of it. Had trouble with that.
Came home with a heavy feeling of dread. Couldn't eat dinner. Couldn 't sleep. Hated the idea of going into the water again. I'll say it. Scared. Very very scared of drowning.
Day two, Boyfriend went with me. We were being "buddies" and we were doing this exercise where he was suppposed to swim up to me, pretend to out of air, and I was supposed to give him my regulator (that's the part in your mouth that you breath through) and I was supposed to grab my secondary regulator and put it in my mouth.
What really happened was I took my regulator out of my mouth, gave it to him, couldn't find my second regulator, got a noseful of water, panicked, headed for the surface, Boyfriend be damned. Instructor tried to stop me. I hit him.
That was it for me. More than two hours later I still have water dripping from my sinuses. So, it looks like Little Cayman is going to be lot of beachcombing, reading and hammock time for me.
Hate it. Really really hate it. Snorkeling is cool though.
You were right, Braids.
3 comments:
Welcome to the Landlubbers Club! Good news is I'm sure you'll look fabulous in your bathing suit, sitting firmly on the beach, breathing actual air and sipping some umbrella laden concoction. THAT sounds like a vacation! Cheer up--you got MUCH farther than I ever would. EVER.
Let Sweaterman get all waterlogged. The beach looks wonderful.
I sure love snorkeling. All the perks of scuba, without being underwater and under pressure.
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