Diving and pain
Jun. 30th, 2010 08:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shermaramaThis time the diving wasn't at all painful. We had a fun bucking-bronco ride out on the RIB to a wreck five miles out, me and Chris went down into the clouds of fish and did the ascent drills from 16 metres, all nice and calm and controlled, I put the DSMB up from neutrally buoyant at 7 metres like this is a thing I can just do now, the temporary repair to Chris's neck seal made with technical sticky tape held, and then we came up. To find that the very wrong-looking clouds that had been appearing over the horizon on the way out had come down low, we were in fairly poor visibility, and the cox had stopped everyone else diving, so having done what we wanted to do, we got to head straight back to the pub.
Three lifeboat men were puttering out of the marina on a small inflatable as we were coming back in, and shouted "Cutbacks!" to us cheerfully. And then I managed to somehow do the most painful thing I've done to myself in quite some time; I caught the back of my heel on the standing leg of a moving trolley full of dive gear. I had to stand and lean against a pillar while Chris put my dive gear in front of me to strip it down, because I couldn't walk over to it to do it, but doing something was less painful than just standing there swearing. Wearing shoes hurts, walking down steps hurts, and it doesn't look bruised yet but I suspect that's because it's one of those deep bruises that looks normal for a day or two and then turns a really lurid shade of greeny-purple. And I shan't be going running later. At least I only have to cross the room to go to work at the minute.
Three lifeboat men were puttering out of the marina on a small inflatable as we were coming back in, and shouted "Cutbacks!" to us cheerfully. And then I managed to somehow do the most painful thing I've done to myself in quite some time; I caught the back of my heel on the standing leg of a moving trolley full of dive gear. I had to stand and lean against a pillar while Chris put my dive gear in front of me to strip it down, because I couldn't walk over to it to do it, but doing something was less painful than just standing there swearing. Wearing shoes hurts, walking down steps hurts, and it doesn't look bruised yet but I suspect that's because it's one of those deep bruises that looks normal for a day or two and then turns a really lurid shade of greeny-purple. And I shan't be going running later. At least I only have to cross the room to go to work at the minute.