Recently I did a dive down to 103 m. Everything was running smoothly until around 80 m, where a small “whoops” moment occurred. Nothing dangerous, just a brief dip (from about 72 m back down to 83 m) that gifted me a bit over an extra hour of decompression for my troubles.
The ascent quickly turned into a long meditative session, with the peak TTS hitting 116 minutes at around 50 m. Plenty of time to contemplate life choices, and salute the unknown genius who invented pee-valves.
Before the dive I had been debating whether to wear my thin undergarment and brave the cold for a bit, or go with the thick one and be comfy throughout the dive. Let’s just say I’m very glad I chose warmth. Long stops and cold water make a miserable combination.
Lesson of the dive: plan for worst case, dress like you’ll be there all day, and always connect your pee-valve. The decompression gods are rarely in a hurry.
