As I mentioned before in this earlier blog post, whilst sailing on the Spank Me, I didn't want to use the on-board disgusting bathroom and neither would you. What other options is a person left with?
Pee in the ocean. This time of year, however, most reputable companies require their patrons to wear a stinger suit at all times in the water. This prevents death by jellyfish sting. So, more clearly, your only actual option is to pee through your stinger suit into the ocean.
|One Size Fits...Most?|
OK so fast forward. We were off the Spank Me and on Reef World, where we stayed overnight in the lap of luxury. Our private room had crown molding for Gosh sakes. BUT, when the ferry that brings the day-trip people from the Mainland to Reef World is there (from 11am to 3pm), we were not allowed to use our awesome private bathroom, inexplicably. Instead we had to use the disgusting ferry bathroom. Not much better than Spank Me, and so here we are back to my pee story.
During my entire first dive (wearing the neon blue stinger suit pictured above) I was completely unable to go to the bathroom. Oh and by the way, after all the one-day people left and it was just Teri and me on the boat (the only overnighters), I saved a nice darker-colored Stinger Suit off the rack so I wouldn't be stuck with that gross neon-blue getup again. Also I hung it in the wind so it could dry properly from use the day before. There's nothing worse than putting on a wet used stinger suit. Anyway. On the second day, on the second dive, I had to pee really really bad. I had to pee the whole entire dive. But listen, after 32 years of telling your body "Don't pee in the pool!" it's really hard to revert back to "it's OK now, go ahead and pee in the pool". When we were almost finished, and approaching Reef World at the end of the dive, I realized that I would have to use that gross ferry bathroom if I didn't take action soon.
|I got to GO.|
OCD got the one-up on tradition and I decided to go. Unfortunately it was in the staging area where they teach you scuba skills before you go on your dive. I let it all go. Standing there on a metal platform thing, in the ocean, waist-deep, I started peeing. And I kept peeing. And peeing. And peeing. I pretended it was taking a long time to get my fins off.
People were starting to wonder what was up with me. I lied and told the gorgeous red-headed dive instructor that I needed to "do that thing with my hair", where you smooth it back in the pool because it's messy from swimming. But in truth I was still peeing. For what seemed an hour. Teri was ready to get out, and was looking at me funny like 'let's go' (and by the way she was not in danger of getting in the pee at all, she was in a different area. I'm not a total jerk.)
Then suddenly I jumped! Right behind me, and by the way I'm STILL peeing, were two other divers with their goggles right in my butt. They were also returning from their dive. I was so embarrassed because I felt sure they could see the pee cloud around me. And also I felt bad because, well, you know. But I wasn't done peeing yet! I tried to move around as much as possible to disseminate the pee, and I tried to do it so that they wouldn't know what I was doing. I was sure that they were. Kind of like, "oops, sorry, didn't mean to be in your way, NOTHING funny is going on...heh heh...."
|I WAS forced to actually do "that thing with my hair."|
Later Teri and I cried laughing because I finally admitted to what was really happening and she said she was wondering why I was so surprised when the other divers arrived, and also why I insisted that we go snorkeling immediately after we got out of the water from diving, and then why I was done snorkeling after 30 seconds. (Rinsing!)