Re: Confined water dive two
So I’m hanging out on the bottom of the pool, experiencing inner peace and being at one with the universe, not thinking about work or the complexities of my various relationships for the first time in months. I’m diaphragm breathing in – floating up, exhaling – sinking down, when Beej throws a toy torpedo at my head and hits me in the face. I give him a hand signal you don’t have to be a diver to understand, and he takes the regulator out of his mouth and grins at me.
I’m swimming around trying not to use my hands (because divers don’t use their hands, it takes up too much energy), when Todd, my dive instructor who works at Verisign and looks a bit like Will Farrell and talks a bit like Ted Nugent (except about diving and not guns), silently comes up behind me and shuts off the valve at the top of my tank. I go to take another breath and am shocked to find there isn’t one available. Steve, the Assistant Instructor, happens to be right next to me. I reach out and grab the regulator out of his mouth, much to his surprise. He grabs his alternate, and I start checking my regulator and my gauges. I have plenty of air. I don’t know what has happened until Todd swims into my line of vision and applauds.
2:29:11 PM 
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