THE DEEPEST FEELING OF RELIEF
I was a SCUBA diver for a while. Which means that I had a PADI card and a NAUI card, which would allow me to rent tanks or fill my own. There were a couple of guys who oversaw my development, once I had been licensed. One day after a dive I asked Andy, "What do you do when you have to pee. You can't just unsnap your wetsuit top and pull down the bottoms." "Pee," he replied laconically, "it will warm you in chilly waters and the water is flushed from your suit." Practical advise from an experienced diver. We were diving in about 60 feet of water off Sheraton Black Rock when the urge hit. We had just arrived at the floor and would be here maybe fifteen minutes, which would allow us the two decompression stops on our way up. The point of greatest stress had finally arrived. The incontinental divide. I cannot express the complete sense of relief that enveloped me. I was instantly warm, enveloped in an amniotic cacoon from my waist and mo