{"id":258,"date":"2017-06-15T17:57:18","date_gmt":"2017-06-15T21:57:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/cindyfiles.com\/?p=258"},"modified":"2017-06-15T22:30:00","modified_gmt":"2017-06-16T02:30:00","slug":"258","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cindyfiles.com\/index.php\/2017\/06\/15\/258\/","title":{"rendered":"Learning to breathe: Under water and above"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-260\" src=\"http:\/\/cindyfiles.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/06\/diving-2316453_1920-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/cindyfiles.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/06\/diving-2316453_1920-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/cindyfiles.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/06\/diving-2316453_1920-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/cindyfiles.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/06\/diving-2316453_1920-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/cindyfiles.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/06\/diving-2316453_1920.jpg 1920w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/>Humans tend to take a lot of things for granted. Breathing, for instance.<\/p>\n<p>The past few months, I\u2019ve spent a lot of my free time visiting doctors because I developed breathing difficulties after bouts of bronchitis this winter.\u00a0 I apparently waited till my 50s to become asthmatic. Or at least that is the current theory.<\/p>\n<p>So forgive my blog\u2019s absence. All my writing time went to staying alive.<\/p>\n<p>Still, I still have been busy knocking things off my list. I just haven\u2019t had time to write about the experiences.<\/p>\n<p>But\u00a0 one experience seems particularly ironic, considering the reason for my absence.\u00a0 It is all about breathing.<\/p>\n<p>In April, I took scuba classes, trying to fulfill a lifelong dream of exploring oceans and reefs at a depth I can\u2019t see by snorkel alone.<\/p>\n<p>The 12 hours of course work, held at my health club over four weeks, incorporated both classroom time\u00a0 and water time. My fellow students were an interesting mix: a father and son learning together; a sixtyish woman who had diving on her bucket list; a high-school student preparing for a class trip; and a man in his 30s planning a vacation in Jamaica.<\/p>\n<p>Although the classroom work is important, we were eager to get busy doing.\u00a0 Surely practicing the skills would be more interesting than simply talking about them.<\/p>\n<p>But before one straps on a tank to breathe underwater, she needs to understand the science of this unnatural act. Knowing how pressure affects the body is essential to staying alive.<\/p>\n<p>In the pool, we learned skills that should have scared away anyone with a case of nerves. Although never stated so boldly, all the\u00a0 skills centered on the idea: Learn this or you could die.<\/p>\n<p>Each was a reminder that 40 feet under the surface of the ocean, you are reliant on your equipment to breathe. In any failure, you must know how to respond.<\/p>\n<p>What do you do if your regulator (the device that delivers air) is knocked from your mouth?<\/p>\n<p>What do you do if you run out of air? What do you do if you run out of air and your partner isn\u2019t close?<\/p>\n<p>How do you ditch your weight belt if you need to make a quicker ascent?<\/p>\n<p>How do you remove (and put back on) your vest should you become entangled in underwater debris?<\/p>\n<p>Mastering skills in a 10-foot pool is reassuring. The confines offer security. There is no real risk involved.\u00a0 If anyone felt uncomfortable, she could make a quick trip to the surface.<\/p>\n<p>But in the ocean, one can\u2019t simply surface on a whim. Ascension must be\u00a0\u00a0 taken at an appropriate speed to prevent complications.<\/p>\n<p>I finished my scuba course just a few days before my bronchitis reappeared, which has put me in limbo.<\/p>\n<p>I can\u2019t complete the open water dives needed for certification while my lungs are compromised.<\/p>\n<p>So I wait. I\u2019d really like to breathe well again, whether above water or under.<\/p>\n<p><em>Conclusion:\u00a0 Satisfaction delayed. To Be Continued.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"border-radius: 2px; text-indent: 20px; width: auto; padding: 0px 4px 0px 0px; text-align: center; font: bold 11px\/20px 'Helvetica Neue',Helvetica,sans-serif; color: #ffffff; background: #bd081c  no-repeat scroll 3px 50% \/ 14px 14px; position: absolute; opacity: 1; z-index: 8675309; display: none; cursor: pointer;\">Save<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Humans tend to take a lot of things for granted. Breathing, for instance. The past few months, I\u2019ve spent a lot of my free time visiting doctors because I developed breathing difficulties after bouts of bronchitis this winter.\u00a0 I apparently waited till my 50s to become asthmatic. Or at least that is the current theory. &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/cindyfiles.com\/index.php\/2017\/06\/15\/258\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Learning to breathe: Under water and above&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[8,1],"tags":[9],"class_list":["post-258","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-adventure","category-uncategorized","tag-adventure"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/s8ocxK-258","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/cindyfiles.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/258"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/cindyfiles.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/cindyfiles.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cindyfiles.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cindyfiles.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=258"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/cindyfiles.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/258\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":263,"href":"https:\/\/cindyfiles.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/258\/revisions\/263"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/cindyfiles.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=258"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cindyfiles.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=258"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cindyfiles.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=258"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}