Today was, in the nicest possible terms, an adventure. Technically it was my day off, but as I'm about 22 dives short of the required 60 for Divemaster certification, I was bound for the open seas. Or at least, Oak Park.
Michael and I set out from home a little after 8, to meet Cem and his Open Water students, walking along the Esplanade to get a look at the ocean. In the Divemaster course, we've been learning to assess the ocean conditions and how they'd affect our diving. The crashing waves and howling wind suggested that the diving today would be a real son of a bitch. Michael was a bit apprehensive about journeying forth into Poseidon's hissy fit. I on the other hand was more concerned about getting my dive numbers up than my personal well-being.
Cem met us at Oak Park, took one look at the ocean, and decided it was too rough for the new Open Water students. He reminded us that we'd be Divemasters soon and said—in essence—that today's diving would put hair on our chest. With a devious smile, he left us a trailer full of dive gear and tanks, and departed for greener pastures. Michael was feeling much more confident by now, and joined me in gearing up for the first of three dives.
Turns out, my initial assessment was dead on: diving in these conditions was in fact a real son of a bitch. We managed to snorkel past the breaking waves and dropped down, following one of the reefs out into the ocean. There was a massive current under the surface, which whipped up an underwater dust storm, reducing visibility to about ten meters. We managed to find a few giant cuttlefish and made it out to the cave I've heard of but never seen. We turned around shortly after so Michael wouldn't run out of air and made as best an exit we could in the waves.
After waiting an hour on the surface, we donned our gear and headed back in. By this time, storm clouds were brewing and the wind was picking up, making for a truly beautiful day. We timed this entrance better than the first, and descended without incident. Our luck didn't last long though. Along one of the reefs at Oak Park, there's an old rocking horse on a spring. In the vicinity of the rocking horse is a coral encrusted sword known quite originally as Excalibur. Michael felt quite confident that he knew the way to Excalibur from the rocking horse, and took the lead. Things got fun very quickly.
We headed in what was supposed to be the direction of the sword. Five minutes of watching nothing but sand pass by, I called off the search and turned us around. A small highlight of our detour was finding a miniscule pipefish, which looked like a tiny, straightened-out seahorse. I felt bad for the thing, as the tide was surging and it was tossed around like a farmhouse in a tornado. It swam off after a while, leaving us to our navigation adventures. I led us back in the opposite direction we'd taken out, and we found ourselves looking at Excalibur. While it was cool to have found it, we'd used up most of our air going out and back. Preferring to have a bit of a swim over having Michael die of air starvation, we made our way to the surface.
As it turned out, we had gotten miserably turned around underwater. Upon surfacing, we found ourselves in front of the surfing beach neighboring our entrance point. For those of you unfamiliar with Oak Park, this is not a good situation to find yourself in. We swam half a kilometer back into the beach, involuntarily catching some very choice waves. After the surf was done having its way with us, we crawled onto the beach, and headed up for a rest. Rain was coming down by now, and Michael was ready to call it a day. Luckily for me, he changed his mind after our hour surface interval.
I decided our last dive would be a bit more conservative, and we mostly stuck around the first part of the reef by the entrance point. The only hectic part of the dive was the loss of my snorkel, which I recovered later thanks to my blind-luck navigation skills. We exited after half an hour, worn out and ready for a beer.
Instead of kicking back with a brew, I hopped on the train to Miranda to see a doctor about my dive medical. Not much else of note happened for the rest of the day, and I'm beginning to yawn between sentences. After today's excitement, I'll definitely be sleeping well.
Yours in Shaming Magellan,
Robert
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Day 53: Don't Call It A Comeback
After spending two days dreading my appointment, and the likelihood that I'd hear bad news, I hopped on the train to Miranda. I showed up a bit late, and ended up waiting an agonizing half hour to be seen.
Finally, Dr. Flanagan called me in to his office. Without much chitchat, and without so much as an invitation to dinner, he inserted the surgery camera into my ear. In high definition, I could see my ear drum. One whole, slightly scarred, but intact ear drum. Dr. Flanagan had me equalize my ears, just to check that it was structurally sound, which I managed without issue. I looked to the good doctor hopefully.
"It's fully healed."
I couldn't help but smile because I was pretty sure I knew what that meant. But before I got carried away, I made sure to ask if I was cleared to dive. After assuring my the eardrum was waterproof, Dr. Flanagan shook my hand, and asked where I'd be diving that afternoon. I didn't any more convincing than that. I walked back to the train station, ringing my mom and Rachael to share the good news.
Cem had taken my tub with him on the Open Water course that day, so I met them at Oak Park, for my first dive in almost two months. We geared up, and found that in my excitment, I had forgotten to pack my wetsuit. Awesome. Very put out, I packed my stuff and got ready to head for home. Cem jokingly offered to let me wear his fullbody Lavacore suit, which is a bit like long underwear for divers.
They say that Lavacore is equivalent to wearing a 3mm wetsuit. "They" are liars. But I braved the cold, wearing this Lavacore and a pair of boardshorts. I lasted all of twenty-five minutes. But I've gotta say, probably the best twenty-five minutes of my life.
Yours in Calling It A Comeback,
Robert
Finally, Dr. Flanagan called me in to his office. Without much chitchat, and without so much as an invitation to dinner, he inserted the surgery camera into my ear. In high definition, I could see my ear drum. One whole, slightly scarred, but intact ear drum. Dr. Flanagan had me equalize my ears, just to check that it was structurally sound, which I managed without issue. I looked to the good doctor hopefully.
"It's fully healed."
I couldn't help but smile because I was pretty sure I knew what that meant. But before I got carried away, I made sure to ask if I was cleared to dive. After assuring my the eardrum was waterproof, Dr. Flanagan shook my hand, and asked where I'd be diving that afternoon. I didn't any more convincing than that. I walked back to the train station, ringing my mom and Rachael to share the good news.
Cem had taken my tub with him on the Open Water course that day, so I met them at Oak Park, for my first dive in almost two months. We geared up, and found that in my excitment, I had forgotten to pack my wetsuit. Awesome. Very put out, I packed my stuff and got ready to head for home. Cem jokingly offered to let me wear his fullbody Lavacore suit, which is a bit like long underwear for divers.
They say that Lavacore is equivalent to wearing a 3mm wetsuit. "They" are liars. But I braved the cold, wearing this Lavacore and a pair of boardshorts. I lasted all of twenty-five minutes. But I've gotta say, probably the best twenty-five minutes of my life.
Yours in Calling It A Comeback,
Robert
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Day 50: An Update
After nearly a week of silence and lack of witty writings about average days, I've managed to find the time to give proof that I'm still alive. This past Tuesday, we moved into a new apartment and have yet to sort out the internet. Once we do, I should be posting regularly again.
Yours in Having a Ton of Make-up Posts To Do,
Robert
Yours in Having a Ton of Make-up Posts To Do,
Robert
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Day 42: "And How Would You Like to Pay for That?"
A fifth of my time here in Australia is gone, my dear readers! This calls for even more adventures. I sneezed today and felt my ears pop like they should and without the whooshing sound of air passing through my eardrum. This is a good sign, and hopefully I'll be blowing bubbles again soon.
Today was a great day. I made my first sale(s) at the shop! It was a cargo bag, and I'll never forget it. The shine of the plastic bag it came in, the strange plastic smell of the material, the five minutes I spent swiping the customer's card the wrong way; I can remember the magic even now. I also sold a torch (flashlight for Americans). Far less exciting, but I did pull of a pretty sweet split payment, which I never learned in my EVE training. I just fly by the seat of my pants, no big deal.
The rest of the day was quiet. I'm off to bed now, as these past couple days have taken it out of me. But on my day off, I'll come back and embellish some of the things I did.
Yours in Being Short and Sweet,
Robert
Today was a great day. I made my first sale(s) at the shop! It was a cargo bag, and I'll never forget it. The shine of the plastic bag it came in, the strange plastic smell of the material, the five minutes I spent swiping the customer's card the wrong way; I can remember the magic even now. I also sold a torch (flashlight for Americans). Far less exciting, but I did pull of a pretty sweet split payment, which I never learned in my EVE training. I just fly by the seat of my pants, no big deal.
The rest of the day was quiet. I'm off to bed now, as these past couple days have taken it out of me. But on my day off, I'll come back and embellish some of the things I did.
Yours in Being Short and Sweet,
Robert
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Day 39: All the Live-Long Day
Another day in the dive shop! This one was a bit more exciting than the last, for several reasons. The big one was that I made a total rookie mistake, and left the compressor's freezer on. In context: a pipe carrying air from the compressor runs through the freezer, causing the water in the air to condense out. Except when you leave the freezer running over night, water freezes in the pipes, making compressing a lot harder. Which translated into me checking the freezer every hour or so, looking for progress. It was almost as bad as waiting for Popsicles to freeze.
I also got to continue my work on the batch of valves from Sunday. This is the best way to stave off the urge to sleep, as I'm more afraid of killing somebody with valve-maintenance negligence than I am tired. I spent much of the day with a toothbrush in my hand, scrubbing. If I ever get punished in the Army, I'll be ready.
Later on, I started up the now-thawed compressor, filled tanks for tomorrow, and washed gear. The washing bit is perhaps my favorite, as the others pop in from time to time. Cem usually joins me for the gear wash, and gives me advice on how to wash gear, kill with my bare hands, and woo the ladies. This must be how Luke Skywalker felt.
Not too much going on tonight, and I'm hitting the hay early. I have to be up early for a secret maritime missio... I've already said too much.
Yours in Hyperbole,
Robert
p.s. Tales of debauchery, forests, and Sydney are on the way!
I also got to continue my work on the batch of valves from Sunday. This is the best way to stave off the urge to sleep, as I'm more afraid of killing somebody with valve-maintenance negligence than I am tired. I spent much of the day with a toothbrush in my hand, scrubbing. If I ever get punished in the Army, I'll be ready.
Later on, I started up the now-thawed compressor, filled tanks for tomorrow, and washed gear. The washing bit is perhaps my favorite, as the others pop in from time to time. Cem usually joins me for the gear wash, and gives me advice on how to wash gear, kill with my bare hands, and woo the ladies. This must be how Luke Skywalker felt.
Not too much going on tonight, and I'm hitting the hay early. I have to be up early for a secret maritime missio... I've already said too much.
Yours in Hyperbole,
Robert
p.s. Tales of debauchery, forests, and Sydney are on the way!
Monday, June 28, 2010
Day 36: "We're Getting Lois a Yard Glass"
It's Lois' birthday! Knowing how much she parties on non-special occasions, I spent my lunch time drafting a will on napkins, just in case. The fact that she'd be receiving a glass that would encourage her to drink a yard-worth of beer in one go didn't help.
Work before was dandy, as usual. I started servicing a huge batch of tank valves, cleaning each one meticulously to ensure that anyone renting a tank wouldn't meet a watery end. It's a bit of a gross job because over time, the lubricants in the valve collect dirt and salt from the ocean. This either corrodes the insides or fills them with oily black goo (a technical term), and eventually makes the valve unusable. But I get to pull them apart and scrub everything down with a toothbrush. That's dedication.
Fortunately I don't have to use a toothbrush to wash gear, so the afternoon chores flew by. It helps that the Open Water students learn to wash everything on the second day of their course. It was Day Two for Teagan and the other Open Waters, so I mostly filled tanks.
Afterward, I got dressed for the night and walked to the pub. Lois and Sam were already working on filling The Yardglass when I arrived. The table around it was filled with empty bottles. I knew it would be an interesting night, hopefully without the loss of any eardrums.
I spent much of the night wandering from group to group. I had a chance to talk more with Lois' parents, some of the nicest people I've met on my trip so far. Her mum all but adopted me, and in true motherly fashion, scolded me for having an untidy room.
Throughout the night, there were games of sort. At one point, it was deemed a good idea to give Lois a plastic bat, spin her unnecessarily, and blindfold her. She managed to break the bat before the pinata, so we roomie-tagteamed it, and I brought a chair down on top the paper mache fish. And after, we got gift bags!
As the affair was open-bar, things got a bit loud early in the night, so the party dispersed. Teagan and I got a ride home with Pix and Tara, one of whom hadn't been drinking (the details for the later part of the night were a bit hazy). We waited up for a bit for Lois to arrive, and after saying our last Happy Birthdays, we all turned in. Tomorrow is my day off, so I'm shooting for not being up before noon. I get the feeling I won't have any trouble sleeping tonight.
Yours in Saying Happy Birthday to Lois,
Robert
Work before was dandy, as usual. I started servicing a huge batch of tank valves, cleaning each one meticulously to ensure that anyone renting a tank wouldn't meet a watery end. It's a bit of a gross job because over time, the lubricants in the valve collect dirt and salt from the ocean. This either corrodes the insides or fills them with oily black goo (a technical term), and eventually makes the valve unusable. But I get to pull them apart and scrub everything down with a toothbrush. That's dedication.
Fortunately I don't have to use a toothbrush to wash gear, so the afternoon chores flew by. It helps that the Open Water students learn to wash everything on the second day of their course. It was Day Two for Teagan and the other Open Waters, so I mostly filled tanks.
Afterward, I got dressed for the night and walked to the pub. Lois and Sam were already working on filling The Yardglass when I arrived. The table around it was filled with empty bottles. I knew it would be an interesting night, hopefully without the loss of any eardrums.
I spent much of the night wandering from group to group. I had a chance to talk more with Lois' parents, some of the nicest people I've met on my trip so far. Her mum all but adopted me, and in true motherly fashion, scolded me for having an untidy room.
Throughout the night, there were games of sort. At one point, it was deemed a good idea to give Lois a plastic bat, spin her unnecessarily, and blindfold her. She managed to break the bat before the pinata, so we roomie-tagteamed it, and I brought a chair down on top the paper mache fish. And after, we got gift bags!
As the affair was open-bar, things got a bit loud early in the night, so the party dispersed. Teagan and I got a ride home with Pix and Tara, one of whom hadn't been drinking (the details for the later part of the night were a bit hazy). We waited up for a bit for Lois to arrive, and after saying our last Happy Birthdays, we all turned in. Tomorrow is my day off, so I'm shooting for not being up before noon. I get the feeling I won't have any trouble sleeping tonight.
Yours in Saying Happy Birthday to Lois,
Robert
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Day 35: "Hell yeahhh, it's Saturday"
Dear readers, I hope you are not living vicariously through my blog, for although my adventures here in Australia are thrilling and well... adventurous, today was not very exciting. Tomorrow night is Lois' birthday though, so I should be able to make my story quota for the week.
Emma gave Teagan and me a lift, so that she could spend the day learning to breathe underwater while I filled tanks and washed gear. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy a good day of washing and filling, but it doesn't tend to make for good reading.
After work wasn't all bad though. We came back to the accommodation, and I got to have a brief conversation with Uncle Max, who is apparently a very important figure in local aboriginal society. He told me of his experiences freediving back in the day when their technique consisted of holding on to a rock until they reached the sea floor. A very interesting man, and like everyone around here, incredibly friendly. After deciding to save the excitement tomorrow night, Teagan and I watched Monsters Inc. before I crashed. Lois, who's in Jervis Bay with Sam and Caroline, totally missed out on the fun.
Yours in Planning More Adventures for Your Entertainment,
Robert
Emma gave Teagan and me a lift, so that she could spend the day learning to breathe underwater while I filled tanks and washed gear. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy a good day of washing and filling, but it doesn't tend to make for good reading.
After work wasn't all bad though. We came back to the accommodation, and I got to have a brief conversation with Uncle Max, who is apparently a very important figure in local aboriginal society. He told me of his experiences freediving back in the day when their technique consisted of holding on to a rock until they reached the sea floor. A very interesting man, and like everyone around here, incredibly friendly. After deciding to save the excitement tomorrow night, Teagan and I watched Monsters Inc. before I crashed. Lois, who's in Jervis Bay with Sam and Caroline, totally missed out on the fun.
Yours in Planning More Adventures for Your Entertainment,
Robert
Friday, June 25, 2010
Day 34: Physics and New Faces
I woke up bright and early today for what I'd been looking forward to all week: the Physics of Diving exam! In my excitement, I misread several questions, and didn't do nearly as well as I hoped. But it was over, and now I could focus on the day's work.
Today was busier than most. The shop had a ton of new gear come in, and it fell to yours truly to label it all. I even got to wield the gun that puts those white plastic tags in clothing. Try to contain your jealousy.
This weekend is Lois' birthday weekend (we've been reminded daily for the past two weeks) and her parents came into town for the festivities. I was a bit apprehensive to meet them, knowing Lois, but they were terribly friendly. After sharing the story of my ear (I swear everyone will know about it), I bid them farewell so Lois could show them around town. Also new to town was Teagan, a girl from Melbourne. She's lucky enough to be living in the same accommodation as Lois and me. She'll miss out on much of the charm though, as she's only here for a week.
After work, I got myself gussied up for dinner with Teagan and some of the folks from the shop. Not much to report there, it was a quiet night. After dinner, we headed back to Pixie's house , although Teagan and I didn't stay long. Tomorrow will be a day full of tank filling and all manner of in-shop excitement, so I'm hitting the hay early.
Yours in Partying Hard,
Robert
Today was busier than most. The shop had a ton of new gear come in, and it fell to yours truly to label it all. I even got to wield the gun that puts those white plastic tags in clothing. Try to contain your jealousy.
This weekend is Lois' birthday weekend (we've been reminded daily for the past two weeks) and her parents came into town for the festivities. I was a bit apprehensive to meet them, knowing Lois, but they were terribly friendly. After sharing the story of my ear (I swear everyone will know about it), I bid them farewell so Lois could show them around town. Also new to town was Teagan, a girl from Melbourne. She's lucky enough to be living in the same accommodation as Lois and me. She'll miss out on much of the charm though, as she's only here for a week.
After work, I got myself gussied up for dinner with Teagan and some of the folks from the shop. Not much to report there, it was a quiet night. After dinner, we headed back to Pixie's house , although Teagan and I didn't stay long. Tomorrow will be a day full of tank filling and all manner of in-shop excitement, so I'm hitting the hay early.
Yours in Partying Hard,
Robert
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Day 33: Robert's Stint as a Washerwoman
As it was my day off, and I had nowhere to be, I slept in like a champ. I woke up at an almost reasonable hour and prepared myself for the Herculean task ahead of me: laundry.
In my defense, I know how to do laundry; my momma didn't raise no fool. But there's a certain difficulty that comes with doing laundry in machines that have no knobs. At one point, I scrubbed my clothes in the sink. Which in itself is not a problem, but I'm dreadfully uneducated in the art of washerwoman singing, so I don't think the job was done properly. Maybe I'll just stick to the Kenmore.
My day hanging around doing laundry also gave me a chance to interact with some of the other residents of the guesthouse. I've found that most of them know my name, despite the fact that I've never introduced myself to them. I'm assuming that's a good thing. All in all, they're a friendly bunch, always asking how the day went, and surprisingly, remembering. People ask me how the diving's been or how my ear is coming along, which is somewhat refreshing. A few of them aren't from Australia, so there's an interesting blend of accents to be heard.
Now back to studying for the Physics test tomorrow, hopefully I can get that finished at a decent hour. And I still have clothes that need drying.
Yours in Exasperated Laundering,
Robert
In my defense, I know how to do laundry; my momma didn't raise no fool. But there's a certain difficulty that comes with doing laundry in machines that have no knobs. At one point, I scrubbed my clothes in the sink. Which in itself is not a problem, but I'm dreadfully uneducated in the art of washerwoman singing, so I don't think the job was done properly. Maybe I'll just stick to the Kenmore.
My day hanging around doing laundry also gave me a chance to interact with some of the other residents of the guesthouse. I've found that most of them know my name, despite the fact that I've never introduced myself to them. I'm assuming that's a good thing. All in all, they're a friendly bunch, always asking how the day went, and surprisingly, remembering. People ask me how the diving's been or how my ear is coming along, which is somewhat refreshing. A few of them aren't from Australia, so there's an interesting blend of accents to be heard.
Now back to studying for the Physics test tomorrow, hopefully I can get that finished at a decent hour. And I still have clothes that need drying.
Yours in Exasperated Laundering,
Robert
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Day 32: Oh! Darling(hurst)
I hopped on the train bright and early (11-ish), on my way to the city for my appointment with Dr. Flanagan. I spent last night reading up on eardrum ruptures and how sometimes they don't fully heal, causing equalization problems and hearing loss. Being overly optimistic wasn't a problem for me today. Still, I had my fingers crossed.
I stopped in Bondi to get a referral from Dr. Hirshowitz, who was apparently offended by my wanting a second opinion. After assuring me that I would get the same diagnosis from the new doctor, he sent me on my way, referral in hand and heavy of heart. The walk back to the train station in the rain didn't do much for my mood.
The doctor called me in to his office, and after introducing himself, asked me about why I was there. Toning the story down a bit, I explained how it all happened, and how I needed to be in shape to dive soon. Like Dr. Harry, he told me that there wasn't much to do but give the hole time to mend. But before I had time to get sad, he said that there's a chance it'll be healed and ready for diving in a few weeks. There are no words for how happy I was/am. Just so I knew what I was dealing with, he inserted a camera into my ear canal, and I received a tour via computer monitor. There, just beyond a small forest of ear hair, I saw my eardrum and the little hole that was causing me so much grief. Dr. Flanagan said that because of the size and shape of the hole, he knows it's healing well, and should continue to do so. He's much less of a drama queen than Dr. Harry. I have another appointment with him in three weeks, and if he gives me the O.K. to dive, I should be able to pick up where I left off in terms of my internship. And I'll be able to dive!
In my post-appointment joy, I forgot to look both ways while crossing the street, nearly getting myself struck by a taxi. At this point, paralysis sould have been the only thing to put a damper on my day. I spent the train ride back reading a newspaper someone else had left behind, which included an article on visions that Americans hold for the future. Apparently we believe that before 2050, cancer will be cured, Christ will return, and a Latino president will be elected. It's nice to know we have such highly valued opinions on these sorts of things.
Odd news stories aside, it was a quiet night. Spent some time at the gym and watched Up, which is undoubtedly the saddest animated movie I've ever seen. That being said, I didn't shed a single tear.
Yours in Masculinity Preservation,
Robert
I stopped in Bondi to get a referral from Dr. Hirshowitz, who was apparently offended by my wanting a second opinion. After assuring me that I would get the same diagnosis from the new doctor, he sent me on my way, referral in hand and heavy of heart. The walk back to the train station in the rain didn't do much for my mood.
The doctor called me in to his office, and after introducing himself, asked me about why I was there. Toning the story down a bit, I explained how it all happened, and how I needed to be in shape to dive soon. Like Dr. Harry, he told me that there wasn't much to do but give the hole time to mend. But before I had time to get sad, he said that there's a chance it'll be healed and ready for diving in a few weeks. There are no words for how happy I was/am. Just so I knew what I was dealing with, he inserted a camera into my ear canal, and I received a tour via computer monitor. There, just beyond a small forest of ear hair, I saw my eardrum and the little hole that was causing me so much grief. Dr. Flanagan said that because of the size and shape of the hole, he knows it's healing well, and should continue to do so. He's much less of a drama queen than Dr. Harry. I have another appointment with him in three weeks, and if he gives me the O.K. to dive, I should be able to pick up where I left off in terms of my internship. And I'll be able to dive!
In my post-appointment joy, I forgot to look both ways while crossing the street, nearly getting myself struck by a taxi. At this point, paralysis sould have been the only thing to put a damper on my day. I spent the train ride back reading a newspaper someone else had left behind, which included an article on visions that Americans hold for the future. Apparently we believe that before 2050, cancer will be cured, Christ will return, and a Latino president will be elected. It's nice to know we have such highly valued opinions on these sorts of things.
Odd news stories aside, it was a quiet night. Spent some time at the gym and watched Up, which is undoubtedly the saddest animated movie I've ever seen. That being said, I didn't shed a single tear.
Yours in Masculinity Preservation,
Robert
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Day 31: "It's A Shit Job..."
Any time your assignment for the day is preceded by that statement, the fate of your day is pretty much sealed. Today I was tasked with cleaning and organizing the kitchen area in the shop. It was tedious work, but I blasted music from my laptop to keep me company (because nothing says adventure in the Outback like scrubbing dishes to AC/DC). From time to time, Sam would have me help her with the stock check, which should hopefully be finished soon.
After five hours of work, I'd finished my Sistine Chapel of kitchen organization. As there wasn't much time left in the day, I was set to filing paperwork. Some of the folders are a shambles, so I look forward to organizing the hell out of them in the days to come.
It was again a quiet night back at the accommodation. I rowed at the gym for a bit, whic is going to make falling asleep a nightmare (Is that possible?). Tomorrow I have an doctors appointment in the city. Dr. Flanagan is an ear surgery specialist, and while I hope that it doesn't come down to surgery, it reassures me that he'll know how best to proceed. I'm just hoping for good news.
Yours in Getting Second Opinions,
Robert
After five hours of work, I'd finished my Sistine Chapel of kitchen organization. As there wasn't much time left in the day, I was set to filing paperwork. Some of the folders are a shambles, so I look forward to organizing the hell out of them in the days to come.
It was again a quiet night back at the accommodation. I rowed at the gym for a bit, whic is going to make falling asleep a nightmare (Is that possible?). Tomorrow I have an doctors appointment in the city. Dr. Flanagan is an ear surgery specialist, and while I hope that it doesn't come down to surgery, it reassures me that he'll know how best to proceed. I'm just hoping for good news.
Yours in Getting Second Opinions,
Robert
Friday, June 18, 2010
Day 27: A Much Improved Mood
After a night of sleep, I woke up feeling much better than I did the day before. Woke up late though and nearly missed my ride with Lois and Sam.
Lois felt confident about the Equipment exam we were going to take, so she wanted to get it over and done with. Despite feeling my feeling unprepared, we took the test at 8:30. After a mix-up with the answer key, Emma got our tests graded. For the first (and hopefully last) time, Lois outscored me by five points. But only missing one isn't too shabby I guess. Some people say you don't even NEED a safety stop. (Just kidding. Always do a safety stop.)
A bit frustrated, I talked to Peter who told me that several of the emails I formatted yesterday went out with an error. Maybe Steve Jobs can keep his job after all. Carl and Emma pulled me aside a bit later, and we talked about my options for working around my new diagnosis. From the sound of it, we'll just be pushing everything back, which should mean I'm finished before I have to leave. Looks like I'll have time for a job after all.
Carl suggested that I look for work aboard a dive boat, just to get exposure, and that I look to do it somewhere else along the coast. Maybe the Northies bouncers are cooler than him after all. I've not ruled it out though, as there is more of Australia that I'd like to see.
Peter later offered me a job servicing regulators and tanks for a couple months, which I might end up doing. I'd never thought I'd complain about having too many options for how I want to spend my time. Carl figured that I should know how to service a tank anyway, and showed me how it's done. Most of the process I had learned about in my Gas Blender course, but there was more to it than I expected. Carl gave me a valve to service by myself, and (pardon my humility) I did a damn good job. The tank even passed the "Will it Hold Air?" test, which is kinda important.
As always on Fridays, we had a divemaster meeting with Emma and Carl, which was just an overview of our schedules for next week. I have Wednesday off, so I can go to the ear specialist appointment I booked earlier today. With any luck, this doctor will be able to help me speed it up, or perform any necessary surgery. Getting the appointment was atrocious, but I'm hoping he'll have good news for me.
Didn't do too much after the meeting, and left once we had had our individual meetings. Sam, Lois and I met Caroline at the Intersection for dinner and a few drinks, which was all the excitement we'd have for the night. Turned in early again in an effort to prepare myself for the tomorrow night.
Yours in Swearing I'm Not an Old Man,
Robert
Lois felt confident about the Equipment exam we were going to take, so she wanted to get it over and done with. Despite feeling my feeling unprepared, we took the test at 8:30. After a mix-up with the answer key, Emma got our tests graded. For the first (and hopefully last) time, Lois outscored me by five points. But only missing one isn't too shabby I guess. Some people say you don't even NEED a safety stop. (Just kidding. Always do a safety stop.)
A bit frustrated, I talked to Peter who told me that several of the emails I formatted yesterday went out with an error. Maybe Steve Jobs can keep his job after all. Carl and Emma pulled me aside a bit later, and we talked about my options for working around my new diagnosis. From the sound of it, we'll just be pushing everything back, which should mean I'm finished before I have to leave. Looks like I'll have time for a job after all.
Carl suggested that I look for work aboard a dive boat, just to get exposure, and that I look to do it somewhere else along the coast. Maybe the Northies bouncers are cooler than him after all. I've not ruled it out though, as there is more of Australia that I'd like to see.
Peter later offered me a job servicing regulators and tanks for a couple months, which I might end up doing. I'd never thought I'd complain about having too many options for how I want to spend my time. Carl figured that I should know how to service a tank anyway, and showed me how it's done. Most of the process I had learned about in my Gas Blender course, but there was more to it than I expected. Carl gave me a valve to service by myself, and (pardon my humility) I did a damn good job. The tank even passed the "Will it Hold Air?" test, which is kinda important.
As always on Fridays, we had a divemaster meeting with Emma and Carl, which was just an overview of our schedules for next week. I have Wednesday off, so I can go to the ear specialist appointment I booked earlier today. With any luck, this doctor will be able to help me speed it up, or perform any necessary surgery. Getting the appointment was atrocious, but I'm hoping he'll have good news for me.
Didn't do too much after the meeting, and left once we had had our individual meetings. Sam, Lois and I met Caroline at the Intersection for dinner and a few drinks, which was all the excitement we'd have for the night. Turned in early again in an effort to prepare myself for the tomorrow night.
Yours in Swearing I'm Not an Old Man,
Robert
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Day 26: Heartbreak in Bondi
Today was a day of great expectations, as I had an appointment with Dr. Harry, known to most as "The Dive Doctor." I took it as a good sign that I managed to wake up and make it to the train on time. It was an hour-long train ride from Cronulla to Bondi, which I used to study for tomorrow's Equipment exam (I sound just like a good student).
I arrived for my appointment at 11:30 on the dot and filled in all the necessary paperwork. After confirming that I am not and will not be pregnant, I was called into Dr. Harry's office. He took a look in each of my ear and without pause told me.
"You've got a huge hole in your eardrum."
Awesome.
He went on to tell me that you can see clear through to my middle ear (Physiology of Diving!) and said that it'd heal -if I'm atrociously lucky- in three months. I damn near cried. I could tell he felt bad for me, but there's nothing to be done. He did me the favor of drawing a picture of my eardrum (see below).
I let Carl know what had been said, and rang my mom in the States so she wouldn't worry. On my way back to the train station, I spotted a guitar shop that I hadn't seen when I first walked past. And like any responsible adult in a time of crisis, I bought a guitar. Not particularly fancy but it'll help me cope with being away from my acoustic at home. Had a spot of trouble with the train (I'll master public transit someday), and stopped in the bakery on my way home.
It's been a quiet night. Lois and I stayed in, her with a movie and me with my new guitar. Hopefully we haven't gotten too cocky about our exam tomorrow, as Peter says it's the one that most people fail. I've finished all the reading, so I'm feeling somewhat confident. And I think I absorb more information now that there's another hole in my head.
Yours in Self-Deprecating Humor,
Robert
I arrived for my appointment at 11:30 on the dot and filled in all the necessary paperwork. After confirming that I am not and will not be pregnant, I was called into Dr. Harry's office. He took a look in each of my ear and without pause told me.
"You've got a huge hole in your eardrum."
Awesome.
He went on to tell me that you can see clear through to my middle ear (Physiology of Diving!) and said that it'd heal -if I'm atrociously lucky- in three months. I damn near cried. I could tell he felt bad for me, but there's nothing to be done. He did me the favor of drawing a picture of my eardrum (see below).
I let Carl know what had been said, and rang my mom in the States so she wouldn't worry. On my way back to the train station, I spotted a guitar shop that I hadn't seen when I first walked past. And like any responsible adult in a time of crisis, I bought a guitar. Not particularly fancy but it'll help me cope with being away from my acoustic at home. Had a spot of trouble with the train (I'll master public transit someday), and stopped in the bakery on my way home.
It's been a quiet night. Lois and I stayed in, her with a movie and me with my new guitar. Hopefully we haven't gotten too cocky about our exam tomorrow, as Peter says it's the one that most people fail. I've finished all the reading, so I'm feeling somewhat confident. And I think I absorb more information now that there's another hole in my head.
Yours in Self-Deprecating Humor,
Robert
Day 25: Robert Sees the End of Origin
As you may have seen, I spent the morning catching up on my beloved travel blog. I've been neglecting it while I try to get all of my readings done. And I've had some wicked computer trouble, and most of my work is now relegated to the tiny piece of working screen (k, done bitching now).
After I had typed out two or three, Peter set me to work fixing the auto-emails. I spent the afternoon writing new emails, finding any typos, and then setting up the routing codes for the emails I'd written. Fascinating stuff, right? Rachael took me aside for a break and showed me how to attach the regulator and high/low pressure hoses to the first stage valve (The first stage valve connects to the cylinder of air, and by routing the air to the regulator, makes the high pressure air breathable). Great timing, since I have my Equipment exam on Friday, and was a bit confused about the first stage's set up.
My day's work done, I headed for home with Carl and Rachael. Tonight was the second game of State of Origin, which would determine if NSW still had a chance to win it. The guys all went to Carl's house to watch the game. It would have been nice if team had showed up to play. Queensland whooped us soundly, I'll admit it. Cheatin' bastards.
Unlike the Blues, I was in spectacular form. I made it all the way to the end of the match without being asked to leave! Turns out Carl is much cooler than the Northies bouncers.
I rode home with Pixie, and settled into bed early. Tomorrow is my appointment with the dive doctor. I hope he has good news.
Yours in Crossing Fingers,
Robert
After I had typed out two or three, Peter set me to work fixing the auto-emails. I spent the afternoon writing new emails, finding any typos, and then setting up the routing codes for the emails I'd written. Fascinating stuff, right? Rachael took me aside for a break and showed me how to attach the regulator and high/low pressure hoses to the first stage valve (The first stage valve connects to the cylinder of air, and by routing the air to the regulator, makes the high pressure air breathable). Great timing, since I have my Equipment exam on Friday, and was a bit confused about the first stage's set up.
My day's work done, I headed for home with Carl and Rachael. Tonight was the second game of State of Origin, which would determine if NSW still had a chance to win it. The guys all went to Carl's house to watch the game. It would have been nice if team had showed up to play. Queensland whooped us soundly, I'll admit it. Cheatin' bastards.
Unlike the Blues, I was in spectacular form. I made it all the way to the end of the match without being asked to leave! Turns out Carl is much cooler than the Northies bouncers.
I rode home with Pixie, and settled into bed early. Tomorrow is my appointment with the dive doctor. I hope he has good news.
Yours in Crossing Fingers,
Robert
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Dear Readers,
I know I've been slacking a bit, and for that you have my apologies. I'm having a bit of computer trouble at the moment, but as you can see I'm updating bits and pieces, and should be caught up soon.
Yours in Keeping Promises,
Robert
Yours in Keeping Promises,
Robert
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Day 22: We Gon' Party Like It's the Queen's Birthday
This was not an easy morning to wake up. The wine I'd had last night packed a punch, although it wasn't quite strong enough to burst any eardrums. Lois wasn't much better. Lucky for her, it was the last day of the Rescue Diver course, so she'd get to practice all the life-saving skills in water, while I slung suds (that's the hip lingo for "washing gear") back at the shop. After rallying and making it to the shop, Carl left with Lois and the other Rescue students in tow.
Unfortunately, my "filling tanks with reckless abandon" was not the best strategy for it, and many of the tanks were under-filled. I sent Carl a sincere apology text, and in true Aussie fashion he replied "No warries, mate." I know it was a bit of an inconvenience. But I'll be the best darned tank filler ever one day, you'll see!
After another day of getting my jeans sopping wet in the name of rental gear cleanliness, I began preparing myself for the experience that is Sunday night at Northies. Donning my best jeans and a shirt, I got my hair did by Lois and shaved off a week of beard growth. Needless to say, I was looking ridiculously good-looking.
If Sunday is the day for resting, the people of Cronulla haven't heard about it. The place was packed, the music loud, the drinks expensive. I had a great night though. To my dismay though, the girls were ready to leave after only an hour of dancing. And I had just gotten warmed up too...
We headed back to Sam's place for a bit; Lois, Sam, Caroline, and myself led the way, with Kristy valiantly trying to shake off a creepy guy in the rear (Not editing that, but you keep your mind out of the gutter.) Things kinda fizzled out for the night, so I headed home, leaving the girls to hang out. Tomorrow's my day off though, which will hopefully mean adventure.
Yours in Pourin' Out a Shot for the Queen,
Robert
Unfortunately, my "filling tanks with reckless abandon" was not the best strategy for it, and many of the tanks were under-filled. I sent Carl a sincere apology text, and in true Aussie fashion he replied "No warries, mate." I know it was a bit of an inconvenience. But I'll be the best darned tank filler ever one day, you'll see!
After another day of getting my jeans sopping wet in the name of rental gear cleanliness, I began preparing myself for the experience that is Sunday night at Northies. Donning my best jeans and a shirt, I got my hair did by Lois and shaved off a week of beard growth. Needless to say, I was looking ridiculously good-looking.
If Sunday is the day for resting, the people of Cronulla haven't heard about it. The place was packed, the music loud, the drinks expensive. I had a great night though. To my dismay though, the girls were ready to leave after only an hour of dancing. And I had just gotten warmed up too...
We headed back to Sam's place for a bit; Lois, Sam, Caroline, and myself led the way, with Kristy valiantly trying to shake off a creepy guy in the rear (Not editing that, but you keep your mind out of the gutter.) Things kinda fizzled out for the night, so I headed home, leaving the girls to hang out. Tomorrow's my day off though, which will hopefully mean adventure.
Yours in Pourin' Out a Shot for the Queen,
Robert
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Day 21: How Did It Take 21 Days for There to Be a Barbi?
Today was my first day of washing gear for hire. I caught a ride to the shop with Sam and Lois at an absurdly early 7. There wasn't much for me to do in the way of work until the shore dives for the day got back, so I sat in the back classroom and started reading for my Equipment exam. I was sharing the room with Peter, who would stop working every so often to dispense some of his worldly wisdom or to wake me up from my impromptu naps.
Things picked up in the afternoon. Before the rental gear was returned, I filled tanks for the next day's dives. Doing my very best not to blow the compressor, I filled with reckless abandon. Around 3, the divers returned, their soaking gear in tow. I ran around, rinsing fins and regulators, shampooing wet suits, and generally soaking the bejeezus out of my jeans. I managed to get the gear washed and stowed with some help from the others and headed home. I do not envy the kid who does that every weekend.
Tonight Kristy - one of the instructors - had a BBQ, my first in Australia. Considering the country's reputation for "throwing a shrimp on the barbi" I'm shocked it's taken this long. Winter is no excuse for not living up to stereotypes.
Lois and I walked over to Kristy's after getting ready, stopping at the bottle shop on our way. She selected two bottles of a nice red, and I chose for myself a full-bodied Carlton Draught. There was no way this night could turn out badly. We arrived and were given a quick tour of the apartment. I was then kicked out to the porch to grill with Pixie and Carl.
We spent the next hour or so doing what men do best: cooking meat outside. Despite immolating the sausages, we did an incredible job on the steaks, much to everybody's surprise. We remained outside for dinner, so we could enjoy the fruits of our labor, and so Carl could give me hell for being American. When it seemed as though some of the girl were enjoying their wine a little too much, most of the guests headed for home. Lois insisted on staying a while longer before we walked home with Emma. I had had a glass of wine myself and went straight to bed after downing some water, in hopes of staving off the wine hangover.
Yours in Nighttime Hydration,
Robert
Things picked up in the afternoon. Before the rental gear was returned, I filled tanks for the next day's dives. Doing my very best not to blow the compressor, I filled with reckless abandon. Around 3, the divers returned, their soaking gear in tow. I ran around, rinsing fins and regulators, shampooing wet suits, and generally soaking the bejeezus out of my jeans. I managed to get the gear washed and stowed with some help from the others and headed home. I do not envy the kid who does that every weekend.
Tonight Kristy - one of the instructors - had a BBQ, my first in Australia. Considering the country's reputation for "throwing a shrimp on the barbi" I'm shocked it's taken this long. Winter is no excuse for not living up to stereotypes.
Lois and I walked over to Kristy's after getting ready, stopping at the bottle shop on our way. She selected two bottles of a nice red, and I chose for myself a full-bodied Carlton Draught. There was no way this night could turn out badly. We arrived and were given a quick tour of the apartment. I was then kicked out to the porch to grill with Pixie and Carl.
We spent the next hour or so doing what men do best: cooking meat outside. Despite immolating the sausages, we did an incredible job on the steaks, much to everybody's surprise. We remained outside for dinner, so we could enjoy the fruits of our labor, and so Carl could give me hell for being American. When it seemed as though some of the girl were enjoying their wine a little too much, most of the guests headed for home. Lois insisted on staying a while longer before we walked home with Emma. I had had a glass of wine myself and went straight to bed after downing some water, in hopes of staving off the wine hangover.
Yours in Nighttime Hydration,
Robert
Friday, June 11, 2010
Day 20: "How did you miss the question about the ears?"
I could put it off no longer, it was time to take the Physiology of Diving exam. Although Lois and I were scheduled to take the test at 8 AM, in a move that proved her worth as a study buddy and roommate, she convinced Emma to let us take the test in the afternoon. I knew there was a reason I keep her around.
Leaving Lois to her cram session, I joined Carl in the back classroom to do a last bit of reading and review for myself. Carl was busy answering emails all morning, but managed to find time to answer questions I had and make jokes about my ear. I must admit, he's getting quite clever at relating just about anything to a ruptured eardrum. Even an untied shoelace is related to the tympanic membrane these days. It's all in good fun, but one of these days Alice...
All of this reading about the human body and diving has given me cabin fever. It's now been nearly two weeks of being landlocked for me and I get more restless by the day. Carl says that once my ear is healed, he'll teach me how to freedive. Essentially, frediving is the same as scuba diving, except for the lack of a tank of air on your back. You take a single breath before swimming as far down as you can get. Carl can make it to 30m/100ft, and the world record is in the neighborhood of 250m/820ft. Hopefully I can get down at least as deep as Carl by the time I'm forced to go back to the States.
By 2PM, Lois and I were ready to face the music. We received the tests and separated. I didn't find it to be terribly difficult, only guessing on three or four questions. When we had both finished, we were graded and much to our surprise, we each missed two questions. Carl was particularly amused that one of the questions I missed was on the subject of ear injury. In my wildest dreams, I hope to one day live down my reputation as "The Ear Guy."
Before heading for home, Carl and Emma met with each of the divemaster candidates (Lois, myself and Michael), to discuss our schedules and the course. Nothing terribly special, but it's nice to know that they're keeping track of everything so we get the most out of our time here. Peter offered me a job washing gear for this weekend, so I can earn a bit of money until I find a job that won't interfere with my coursework.
Monday is a public holiday in celebration of the Queen's birthday, so there's going to be all kinds of stuff going on this weekend. With that in mind, Lois and I decided to have a calm night, and hung out with Sam rather than going out. I went to bed early in preparation for the day of work I had ahead.
Yours in Bed Early on a Friday Night,
Robert
Leaving Lois to her cram session, I joined Carl in the back classroom to do a last bit of reading and review for myself. Carl was busy answering emails all morning, but managed to find time to answer questions I had and make jokes about my ear. I must admit, he's getting quite clever at relating just about anything to a ruptured eardrum. Even an untied shoelace is related to the tympanic membrane these days. It's all in good fun, but one of these days Alice...
All of this reading about the human body and diving has given me cabin fever. It's now been nearly two weeks of being landlocked for me and I get more restless by the day. Carl says that once my ear is healed, he'll teach me how to freedive. Essentially, frediving is the same as scuba diving, except for the lack of a tank of air on your back. You take a single breath before swimming as far down as you can get. Carl can make it to 30m/100ft, and the world record is in the neighborhood of 250m/820ft. Hopefully I can get down at least as deep as Carl by the time I'm forced to go back to the States.
By 2PM, Lois and I were ready to face the music. We received the tests and separated. I didn't find it to be terribly difficult, only guessing on three or four questions. When we had both finished, we were graded and much to our surprise, we each missed two questions. Carl was particularly amused that one of the questions I missed was on the subject of ear injury. In my wildest dreams, I hope to one day live down my reputation as "The Ear Guy."
Before heading for home, Carl and Emma met with each of the divemaster candidates (Lois, myself and Michael), to discuss our schedules and the course. Nothing terribly special, but it's nice to know that they're keeping track of everything so we get the most out of our time here. Peter offered me a job washing gear for this weekend, so I can earn a bit of money until I find a job that won't interfere with my coursework.
Monday is a public holiday in celebration of the Queen's birthday, so there's going to be all kinds of stuff going on this weekend. With that in mind, Lois and I decided to have a calm night, and hung out with Sam rather than going out. I went to bed early in preparation for the day of work I had ahead.
Yours in Bed Early on a Friday Night,
Robert
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Day 19: Look Out Steve Jobs
Today was my introduction to the world of marketing! Spent an hour reading for my Physiology exam before Peter set me to work.
The first order of the day was learning how the shop keeps in touch with their customers, and how the customer aspect of the shop software, EVE. I was surprised by the numbers of ways they use to keep customers coming back. How many other stores do you see sending texts to tell customers about sales? Exactly.
I was then tasked with analyzing some of the numbers from the customer files: how many people signed up for a certain course and that sort of thing (nothing personal, for those of you who were wondering). Three hours and a lunch break later, I was staring at a sheet of calculations and percentages. Microsoft Excel did most of the heavy lifting, but I managed to get the percentages of students signing up for a certain course, which was the point of it all.
These numbers in hand, Peter had me spend the afternoon writing target emails to get these students diving again. Lesson for the day: the fine art of being pushy enough to sell something without ending up in the junk folder. By the end of the day, I had a few solid-looking drafts that we might end up using. Not a bad for a day's work, I'd say.
I spent the night in, studying for the Physiology exam with Lois. Took a break to run, but there wasn't much more excitement than that. Hopefully the weekend will make up for the slow nights.
Yours in Selling a Lifestyle,
Robert
The first order of the day was learning how the shop keeps in touch with their customers, and how the customer aspect of the shop software, EVE. I was surprised by the numbers of ways they use to keep customers coming back. How many other stores do you see sending texts to tell customers about sales? Exactly.
I was then tasked with analyzing some of the numbers from the customer files: how many people signed up for a certain course and that sort of thing (nothing personal, for those of you who were wondering). Three hours and a lunch break later, I was staring at a sheet of calculations and percentages. Microsoft Excel did most of the heavy lifting, but I managed to get the percentages of students signing up for a certain course, which was the point of it all.
These numbers in hand, Peter had me spend the afternoon writing target emails to get these students diving again. Lesson for the day: the fine art of being pushy enough to sell something without ending up in the junk folder. By the end of the day, I had a few solid-looking drafts that we might end up using. Not a bad for a day's work, I'd say.
I spent the night in, studying for the Physiology exam with Lois. Took a break to run, but there wasn't much more excitement than that. Hopefully the weekend will make up for the slow nights.
Yours in Selling a Lifestyle,
Robert
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Day 18: Blending Gasses in a Socially-Acceptable Manner
After vowing not to go to bed until I had finished my Gas Blender theory, I woke up with three chapters left to do. Not the kind of thing that'll wake you up in the morning, but I managed to cover everything before Joe picked me up.
The lecture for the theory lasted close to three hours, and it was getting dark by the time we left, but I learned a great deal today. Mainly, I learned all the ways of mixing blends of oxygen and nitrogen used in specialized diving; in theory and in somewhat-terrifying practice. And I even got certified! My first real cert here in Australia! The way I figure, if I can manage to learn such a dull subject, I'll do well in the stuff that's more difficult but interesting (I'm looking at you, Physiology of Diving).
Much to his surprise, Joe was there to earn his instructor's cert in Gas Blending, so I had a chance to see how PADI instructors are instructed to... instruct. I got to be the test student while Joe went through the process of explaining a question I "missed". Like the giving a dive briefing, when I see how it's done, I feel confident that I'll be able to teach people dive theory. Hopefully, I'm still as confident when it's me up there being graded by Peter.
The bookwork out of the way, Joe and I learned to not only fill a tank with a nitrox mix, but how to completely dismantle and clean a scuba tank for use with nitrox. To my slight disappointment, we were not made to reassemble the tanks on top of our footlockers in the barracks. Maybe next time. We both passed the test without much pain, and headed home. On the drive to Cronulla, Peter gave us advice on diving, and on life in general. My favorite bit: "Everything in life is simple. Human beings are stupid, and if they've managed to survive, then everything else must be simple." I hope the wisdom is still there, despite the lack of context. I also hope that it means the upcoming Physics test won't be that hard.
Quiet night again, although I did take some time out to go for a run around Cronulla. Nothing like running along the ocean esplanade to make one think (and keep one awake past his bedtime).
Yours in Worthwhile Insomnia,
Robert
The lecture for the theory lasted close to three hours, and it was getting dark by the time we left, but I learned a great deal today. Mainly, I learned all the ways of mixing blends of oxygen and nitrogen used in specialized diving; in theory and in somewhat-terrifying practice. And I even got certified! My first real cert here in Australia! The way I figure, if I can manage to learn such a dull subject, I'll do well in the stuff that's more difficult but interesting (I'm looking at you, Physiology of Diving).
Much to his surprise, Joe was there to earn his instructor's cert in Gas Blending, so I had a chance to see how PADI instructors are instructed to... instruct. I got to be the test student while Joe went through the process of explaining a question I "missed". Like the giving a dive briefing, when I see how it's done, I feel confident that I'll be able to teach people dive theory. Hopefully, I'm still as confident when it's me up there being graded by Peter.
The bookwork out of the way, Joe and I learned to not only fill a tank with a nitrox mix, but how to completely dismantle and clean a scuba tank for use with nitrox. To my slight disappointment, we were not made to reassemble the tanks on top of our footlockers in the barracks. Maybe next time. We both passed the test without much pain, and headed home. On the drive to Cronulla, Peter gave us advice on diving, and on life in general. My favorite bit: "Everything in life is simple. Human beings are stupid, and if they've managed to survive, then everything else must be simple." I hope the wisdom is still there, despite the lack of context. I also hope that it means the upcoming Physics test won't be that hard.
Quiet night again, although I did take some time out to go for a run around Cronulla. Nothing like running along the ocean esplanade to make one think (and keep one awake past his bedtime).
Yours in Worthwhile Insomnia,
Robert
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