The next step on our PADI ladder was to become RescueDivers! We had three students (including me) and about 4-5 DiveMasters to save! This course basically involves us being taught theory interspersed with helpless DiveMasters jumping into the sea with a whole array of ailments and illnesses.
Possibly the most challenging of which was Bruce who decided to cough up a chocolate biscuit before we had even been briefed on the first day, even the instructor (Tash) wasn't sure if he was acting or not - so we all sat there and watched him collapse on the dock and pass out. We then decided we should administer first aid, but we were told we had failed. We all decided we never liked Bruce anyway so that was ok!
This general theme continued for the duration of the rescue course with Bruce constantly acting up, panicking, seeing sharks etc. It was all good fun through, that was until I injured my foot. We were busy rescuing an unconscious diver on the surface and all was going well until we tried to get him (Michael) out of the water. We were using a very high dock and we dropped the blighter mid lift! I decided I would do the 'Hoff' thing and dive in after him, I managed to catch him but in pushing him back onto the dock I smacked my heel against a broken barnacle under the pier! Owwww! I still managed to drag him out of the water and deliver those all important rescue breaths before turning to look at the damage. I discovered a big gash across my heel, doh!
Luckily Bruce came out of his panicked diver mode and helped me clean the wound. He got a sterile needle and some alcohol and I tried to think of happier times. He did a good job, and over the next 24hrs Bruce and Hillake managed to remove a smashed barnacle piece-by-piece from my heel. In the words of Doctor Jon they did a 'smashing job', to which I replied 'it'll heal'.
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