Not on a roll

The past couple of weeks have not been going superbly well for me. Despite Mercury retrograde and all signs pointing toward "Just stay home," I did not stay home this weekend. On Saturday I went out with friends, and on Sunday, I went to Dutch to finish my drysuit class.

But let me back up a little. Along with a couple of dive buddies (Sarah and Emily), I did the pool portion of my drysuit class on April 10. We learned about the different kinds of suits, then figured out which of the store rentals worked best for us. The suit that I ended up with felt huge and heavy. It was an orange crushed neoprene DUI suit, the kind with the diagonal zipper in front. In the pool above the dive shop, it's pretty warm, so I just wore sweats underneath. The pool class went okay I guess. The crush of the water around my suit pinched my toes painfully, but I felt like my buoyancy was pretty good when I swam along the bottom. The problem came when we practiced inversions. As part of the class you learn what to do should you accidentally become inverted and have the air in your suit go up into your feet -- you roll out of it, forward or backward. Well let me tell you, I did not have an easy time with the sensation of floating upward by my feet in a 12-foot pool. I guess I was tense, because when I did my roll, I pulled a muscle in the back of my head and neck. I didn't feel it until the next evening. I knew I wasn't completely comfortable in the suit by the end of the class, but I was also exhausted, and I tend to just not feel well after diving in that pool. The same thing would happen when I did my original open water cert classes there. I don't know if it's the chlorine fumes, the heat, or the late hour (it was well after 10 when we got out of the pool), but I always leave that pool feeling nauseous and exhausted. Thank goodness that isn't a problem when I dive in the real world.

The instructor, Pete, suggested I come back to the pool during the week to practice, but my head was hurting really bad and at that point I just wanted to make sure I'd be well enough to do the open water part of the class the following Sunday. I went to the doctor, who gave me a neurological exam and agreed that I had probably just pulled something. She gave me muscle relaxers, which I took, and Percoset, which I didn't. I felt well enough by Saturday that I went down to the dive shop to try on neck seals (mine had leaked a bit in the pool) and hoods. After that I went out with some friends in Brooklyn and even had a few beers.

The next morning I got out bright and early to meet the others at the shop. I got there so early I was able to have a sit-down breakfast at the diner down the street. It was looking like a lovely day. When I got to the shop everyone was already there, including Demian, a guy I met at my nitrox class who was accompanying us for his divemaster training. I felt good and was glad I had decided not to back out. It took us awhile to get on the road, but it was a nice ride. We went over our written tests in the car on the way.

At the park, I was excited to finally get my season pass and get in the water, even if it was going to be VERY cold. The problems began immediately. My BP/W, which seemed to work fine in the pool, was falling off my left shoulder. It felt wrong, but I was going to make it work, until the instructor commented that it looked bad and made me switch it out for one of the regular BCs he had brought. Seeing as how I was already suited up and in the water, that sucked. It took forever to get my weight belt sorted even before he sent me back to change my BC. My friends were getting cold, so they decided to start their dive while I changed BCs. And then I fell on my face as I was climbing up on shore. The dive hadn't even started and I was already a mess. To make matters worse, I was overweighted.

So Demian and I get back in the water and swim out to the platform to try and meet up with the rest of the class. But they were already done with their dive. Pete swam back out to meet us. He went over the dive plan: swim around platform, then under the platform to the schoolbus, then back to the platform. Despite my funk of earlier, I actually felt pretty good through most of the dive. There was some big fish inside the schoolbus, which made it fun to swim into. I carefully exited through the door and not the "windshield" as I've gotten stuck there before. The dive was nearing its end and we were swimming back to the platform. I was nearly there, I was even beside a line, when I started to ascend. When I realized what was happening, I felt like turning to vent my drysuit would not work fast enough, so I started jerking my arms around in a most unprofessional manner to keep myself from shooting to the surface. Pete told me later that when I started doing that, it was all over. At least I remembered to "Ahhhh" all the way to the surface like you're supposed to, to prevent lung overexpansion.

When I got to the surface I knew I had screwed the pooch on the whole day. I wasn't getting certified. I was really upset, and on top of that I was scared that my rapid ascent had actually put me in danger of injury, which made me hyperventilate a little. The truth is, floating on the surface of that icy lake, feeling frustrated and all alone, I pitched the fit of fits. I screamed, I cried, I punched the buoy. I had no idea that anyone else could hear the ruckus I was making until a guy on the lifeguard stand got in a boat and started rowing toward me. Then I saw all the people standing on shore looking at me. I was mortified. I wanted to slip under the water and die. I thought, that's it -- not only am I not getting drysuit certified, they're going to take my open water certification too, and my Dutch Springs season pass. And all my fellow Sea Gypsies are not going to want to dive with me, the crazy girl. When the guy in the boat got to me I told him I was fine, and he seemed sympathetic. He rowed back as Pete and Demian surfaced. We all swam back to shore. I didn't know how I was going to show my face. It was bad enough that I screwed up my ascent, why did I have to embarrass myself further by pitching a fit like that? Because I thought no one would hear me out there in the middle of the lake, that's why! Well, now I know better -- if you scream enough in the middle of Dutch Springs, especially on a not-very-busy day, everyone in the park can hear you. Mortifying.

So by that point my morale was in the toilet. Everyone was so nice about it though, even Suzanne and Renata who had been standing on shore watching the whole thing. And what about Demian, who had never seen me dive before? Ugh, I wanted to crawl in a hole. Pete said we'd try to fit an extra dive in, but at that point I was not feeling it and had really given up. I still don't trust the exhaust vent on the drysuit to vent fast enough to prevent me from ascending too fast. Why didn't I hold on to that line? Why did I have to be a big shot? Dr. Mike consoled me with a huge hot chocolate. Emily brought out some amazing muffins and bread she had made. That helped a little. But it sucked knowing I wasn't getting certified that day.

The second dive went better -- sort of. We dove the wreck of a plane I've never seen there before. The plane itself was pretty awesome. But then my weight belt came undone and started falling off. The same damn thing happened in the pool! I guess it's time to buy another weight belt for myself (I have one that lives at the aquarium). It took a bit of work to get it back on, but I managed it. I even managed to pass the part of the class that involves disconnecting and reconnecting my drysuit hose. As we started to swim back up, I didn't see my exhaust vent working and started to freak out that I'd have another uncontrolled ascent. Right when I thought I was okay, Demian grabbed me by the shoulders and suddenly the two of us were floating face-to-face. At first I thought he saw/heard me freaking out or saw me going up too fast. It took a whole minute to realize that he was breathing off my octo. We swam together to the school bus where Demian got Pete's attention. This is officially the most fucked-up day of diving I've ever had, I thought. I've never had anyone have to grab my octo before. I've heard that often people are more likely to grab the first air source they see, which might be the one in your mouth. In that case I'd really hope my octo wasn't floating somewhere out of its holder, which happens often. That's another reason to get a reg necklace like the pros use!

But anyway. Demian ended up being able to go back to his reg, I think, or he switched to Pete's -- I can't remember. The problem was that his reg had been free-flowing. I managed to surface properly, at least I managed my 3-minute safety stop. Ended the dive with 300 psi. When the dive was over, we still had to demonstrate that we could remove and re-don our BCs and weight belts. That was very difficult, especially in a BC I wasn't familiar with that had a cummerbund that I forgot about. It didn't matter anyway, I wasn't getting certified that day no matter what I did.

Ultimately I'm glad I went even if my day seemed cursed. It's always best to discover equipment problems in a place like Dutch than out in the ocean, where conditions can be me much more unpredictable. I don't feel comfortable in a drysuit and wouldn't have had much respect for an instructor willing to certify me in that state. Pete has offered me a free pool session next week, and I'm taking him up on it, even if it will be the same drysuit (which wasn't the best-fitting thing) and the same pool that I don't enjoy diving in. I need the practice. If I learned one thing about drysuits from this experience so far, it's that being comfortable with one's equipment is of the utmost importance, and rental equipment often won't fit properly. Ironic, since my main reason for getting a drysuit cert was that it would help me rent drysuits until I'm ready to buy one! Oh well. I plan to go back to Dutch for the drysuit demo days coming up. It will allow me to try out different suits, and for cheaper than it costs to rent them from Pan Aqua.

New exhibits opening at NY Aquarium

Glover's Reef and Conservation Hall opening at the NY Aquarium this Saturday!

This weekend I will not be diving at the aquarium, because I will be finishing my drysuit certification at Dutch. At least I hope I will be, because right now I have some sort of muscle spasm in the back of my head that is probably the result of inversions done in the pool last Sunday. Ow. :(

Next time you hear from me, hopefully I will be drysuit certified!

Glover's Reef, my wing, and drysuit training

Saturday I dove even though it wasn't my scheduled day. Dad gave me a ride, which was a nice start to the day. I was covering for someone (Allen) who had agreed to cover the shift I'll be missing on the 17th, when I'll be at Dutch Springs doing my drysuit class. We all dove in Glover's. I was especially excited because not only was it big, clean, nice tank with a lot of cool fish, but it is warm and I can wear a thinner, somewhat more comfortable wetsuit. As it turns out, I was a bit chilly, but I did stay in the water for 1 hour 45 minutes, making this dive my longest ever (yes, it was no more than 12 feet of water, oftentimes less). Glover's is in pretty good shape at the moment, but I know it won't stay that way. It's a big tank and there are a lot of structures in it. Cleaning structures where you can't see much dirt isn't really satisfying, and you can never be sure which spots you missed. A few of them did definitely have some algae buildup already, but not a lot. It was also a more challenging dive than I was expecting because there's so much to get yourself caught on. Diving requires a lot of hoses and your field of vision isn't what it is on land. But I got accustomed to it as I worked. Generally the fish stayed away from us, but every once in awhile an enormous hogfish would do a curious drive-by.

Each of us were assigned structures to clean, and like I said, it was hard to know when you were done. So we moved on to adjacent structures as soon as we were done with the assigned ones. Turns out this was the wrong thing to do. Dick got upset with us for spreading out too much over the tank. Apparently our assignments are to keep us together in a particular area of the tank so that the fish can escape us if they want! So after about an hour and 15 minutes, we all surfaced and got a talking-to. I had bad leg cramps at that point, and almost got out of the water, but Dick told me to pull on the front of my fin with my leg straight and that helped. My legs are still particularly tight from the run I did last week in my new barefoot shoes. I love them but they work my calves particularly hard and I'm not used to it. I must have also been hungry because I was thinking about pizza for most of the time I was underwater.


In keeping with my last couple of weekends, Saturday was a jam-packed day. On my way back from Brooklyn I met up with a guy in my dive club who has been helping me fix up this used Dive Rite backplate and wing I picked up, in this case the wing. The power inflator it came with was rusty and this guy told me he could swap it out with one of the many he has lying around. He did most of the tinkering last weekend and it turned out I needed a new part, which he ordered and put on for me. The wing still seemed to be leaking. The owner of the workshop we were working in (it's also a dentist's office) came in and ended up helping us fix it. So I guess I have a working BP/W now! It's not perfect yet, and depending on who you ask it may never be. I dove with it for the first time on Sunday night in the pool at Pan Aqua, where I am doing the PADI drysuit certification class. But I think that is going to have to be another post because I have written enough for the moment.

Spring approacheth

I didn't post after my last aquarium day because I didn't dive, but I should say something about it in here anyway. It was my first time doing surface support on my own last Sunday. It was in otter, which was fun because while the divers were in the water, I could go around back and watch the otter play in his holding pen. He did somersaults till I got dizzy watching him. The divers in the water were at the surface cleaning windows for a good part of the time, and one of the divers, TJ, was very chatty the entire time, even if he was complaining about his too-tight wetsuit. The weather was also very pleasant, so what could have been boring and tedious was actually quite nice. My only screw-ups were forgetting to take the tape off the scrapers before handing them to the divers, and allowing one of my gloves to get blown into the water. No biggie.

After the aquarium I met my friends Sarah and Emily in the city to watch the DVD needed for our PADI drysuit specialty class (funny when I typed PADI I first wrote PAID), which we start this weekend. The video was a reiteration of everything in the book and frankly, a cheesy waste of time. A lot of people have told me that a drysuit class isn't necessary and that they just bought a drysuit and dove to learn, but I still don't know if I ever plan on buying a drysuit. Most places require certification before you rent, so if I'm going to rent it makes sense to get certified. I also liked the idea of taking the class with my friends. I am excited to dive at Dutch again.

And in other exciting news, I am diving Glover's Reef for the first time this Saturday! Lighter wetsuit, warmer water, woohoo!