Well! I’ve been here for two months and even though the weather is currently shit (read: hurricane season), I’m still loving it. I’m finishing up a dive course with this couple, Warren and Marie, from Australia and they’re awesome. A week ago I had a completely different experience, one I hope to never repeat:
I had a diver who was very much on Fiji time. He wanted to do his course, but he didn’t want to actually do anything. If I said to meet at 8, he’d show up at 8:30 and say he had to do something first before we could start. I was stressing because I wanted to make sure we got everything done that needed to be. Then on what was supposed to be his last dive, we knelt down in the sand at 12.6 meters and were doing skills. He was removing and replacing his mask, a skill he'd never had problems with, and he started to cough into his regulator. Then, he claims, he couldn’t clear his reg and couldn’t breathe and started to panic. Then he tries to bolt for the surface. At 12m this is not a wise idea. I’m fighting to keep him down and get him under control, and slowly bring him to the surface. When we get there he gasps for air like he couldn’t get enough. It was petrifying for him I’m sure, but for ME, well I just kept saying to myself “I can’t believe this is happening to me, I can’t believe this is happening to me…”
He was fine and I was fine and we did another dive where he did his skills again and everything was okay and we talked at length about what he’d do in the future were this to happen again. Dear G-d, please don’t let that happen again. Marie and Warren are star pupils and I have no worries about them. But guy-from-last-week, I worry about him a little.
Back on-board the ship I’ve been having little tiffs with the Hospitality Manager. He likes to nit pick and yell at me for things, even though the things he yells about are part of my job description. So that’s no fun.
And I think I may have had a pilondial cyst, which has ruptured and gone away but was painful and gross when I had it. I’m glad the internet exists so I can pretend like I know what things are and look them up if I don’t.
Additionally, a 70 year old guy from Fort Myers was on this past cruise and he kept hitting on my the whole time. The best was when he told me i was Drop Dead Gorgeous and gave me his phone number. His wife, who was standing right there, she loved it. Not really. But i though it was pretty amusing.
Other than that, I’m happy and buzzed on wine and heading off to bed… More updates soon!
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