Wow man. Good job getting out.
Wow man. Good job getting out.
Wayslow wrote: Sorta. No tunnel, no bright lights. I was pumping off the winter cover on our pool when I took a wrong step and fell in the deep end. The cover wrapped around me trapping my legs under me and pinning my left arm to my body. I was completely submerged and wrapped in a tarp cocoon. My right arm was still above water and I managed to grab ahold of the leg on the pool slide. This allowed me to get my head above water and drag myself to the edge so I could haul my fat ass out. Not fun and of course I was alone at home at the time.
Damn, glad you're ok. I think Friday was just cursed. I managed to fall off a 10ft ladder, broke the stake side bed on my '63 International, and planted my big arse right on the cement floor. After collecting my breath and moving around, I decided I was still a tough SOB and proceeded to climb the ladder again. 
In reply to tuna55:
It was plain dumb luck that I managed to snag the leg on the pool slide. I have no fear of the water but, even though I was only in the water for 30 seconds or so, I was fighting panic the whole time.
Yikes. Almost drowning and claustrophobia. That'd be awful for me.
The closest I got to drowning was when I went out swimming in 15-20 foot waves (well, wave faces. I guess from the back they are only about half that, and most people judge the size of the wave by the back). I was going to take footage of my buddy who was surfing, and I thought, hey, I'm a competitive swimmer at the collegiate level, can't be that bad.
Well, I was wrong.
Found myself in the wrong spot where one wave was going to break right on my head. So I take a huge breath, dive under 4-6 feet, and just start dolphin kicking as hard as possible toward the wave. Surfers swim out by going under, right? The water is green, but it is light enough for me to see that the water is green.
I'll never forget how the water goes black (because 15-20 more feet of water just showed up above you, and now light doesn't make it down to where you are) and drops about 10 degrees about the same time. Its like the wave is poetically giving you a moment to think about just how berkeleyed you are. Then it hits you with the fury of turbulence for 35-40 seconds leaving you underwater with no clue which way is up. All limbs go where the wave wants them to go, with little regard for where the wave wants your other limbs to go. If you can hold your breath long enough, you eventually float to the surface, which is good, because you can't find it on your own.
When you finally poke your head out of the water gasping (and thanking anything and everything you somehow didn't hit your head on the bottom), you will realize that all waves come in sets of 2...
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