I am making progress. And I am realizing how ridiculous I look in a layering of three wetsuits plus SCUBA gear. Exhibit A:
I have now completed 3/5 open water dives towards my SCUBA certification. Some things I have learned (among other things):
1) Duuuddde....wetsuits suck, and hoods suck even more.
2) I wasn't graceful before I had 40-ish pounds of equipment on....and that's not going to change when I'm wearing it.
3) Part of the skills required to receive certification is to take off your mask underwater, replace it, and clear it out. My eyes kinda freaked out when that 58 degree water hit them, just sayin'.
4) Trying to do skills 20 ft down when there are enormous amounts of fish around is kinda funny.
5) Turns out I get cold after 4 hours in 58 degree water...who knew?!
6) Friends don't let friends dive with low blood sugar.
7) It's important to skip the bathroom before-hand. Don't think about that one too much.
8) Bring snacks...it is exhausting just carrying the tanks down the hill.
9) Make sure you have the BF drive back to Huntsville, so you can get in a little snooze ;-)
10) Oh helloooo old-man-stance courtesy of heavy tanks and general awkwardness:
Beyond these lessons, Chris and I also learned that we need to perfect our "Diverbetes" signals [thank you anonymous commenter]. On the last dive, I felt the gooey feeling in my mouth, indicating a high blood sugar. Unfortunately, this symptom usually doesn't occur until my number is super high, so I gave Chris the "Diabetes" sign and I tried to indicate that I felt "high" not "low". In my mind, a low blood sugar needs to be addressed immediately, whereas a high blood sugar can be addressed at the earliest convenience. Since we were making our way back to the main dock, I figured I would be ok. However, my signal was not entirely clear since I made a "thumbs up" for "high" which also doubles as the signal for "go to the surface". Divemaster Dana swam over and was asking [with signals] if we were "ok". Chris borrowed Russ's slate and scribbled "Diabetes sign" to indicate that I was giving him the sign for Diabetes. She grabbed my vest and quickly ascended to the surface. When we surfaced I told her I was ok, but I felt my blood sugar was high. Turns out I was right: 390. Yowza. Here's Russ's slate after the dive...
I was embarrassed that Diabetes had cut the dive short...I don't want to be that "girl with Diabetes" that can't do anything. I want to be "that girl that can do anything", oh, "and she has Diabetes."
If you are a diabetic, have you done anything out-of-the-ordinary? How did it turn out?