Parasites and Staphylococcus: How hygienic are public swimming pools really?

[daftandbarmy]

I don't think I'll ever get into a public pool again



You may be surprised to learn that the unmistakable smell of chlorine that hits you when you come out of the changing room and into the swimming pool actually isn't technically the smell of chlorine.

"This smell is when chlorine is reacting to other materials, particularly ammonia, in the water, which comes from urine and sweat," Khan says. This ammonia reacts with chlorine and forms chloramine, which is what causes the smell.

Parasites and Staphylococcus: How hygienic are public swimming pools really?

From tropical parasites to bacterial pathogens, here's what else might be swimming in the water.

www.bbc.com

 

[ModlrMike]

There could also be chloramine added as part of the water treatment chemistry. Chlorine by itself will off gas from water, where chloramines will not. For this reason, many municipalities have switched to chloramine water treatment instead of just using chlorine.

 

[Fishbone Jones]

Ivermectin pills?

 

[OldSolduer]

Ivermectin pills?

There’s a shot for that….

 

[Blackadder1916]

I don't think I'll ever get into a public pool again

Good! One less person pissing in the water. C'mon, admit it, you've done it at least once.

 

[PMedMoe]

“If you're not living on the edge you're taking up too much space.”​

― Stephen Hunt

 

[Brad Sallows]

Now just imagine what fish are doing in fresh and salt water.

 

[Cloud Cover]

Good! One less person pissing in the water. C'mon, admit it, you've done it at least once.

Can’t be a real para if you don’t piss in the well deck of an LPD while being given a tour.

 

[Cloud Cover]

Now just imagine what fish are doing in fresh and salt water.

Fish Piss IPA, coming from a micro brewery near Nanaimo soon.

 

[Blackadder1916]

Can’t be a real para if you don’t piss in the well deck of an LPD while being given a tour.

One of the scariest experiences was crouching/laying on the deck of a mikeboat that was attempting to exit the well deck of an LPD (USS Cleveland LPD-7) off the northern end of Vancouver Island. We'd already been through a few days of rough weather coming up from San Diego (one USN sailor on another ship had been lost overboard - a female, back in the early days of women being posted to ships - there were suspicions that she had been murdered, her body was never recovered) and the sea was not much better there. One boat had already made it out after some terrifying moments of crashing into ours and almost coming over top of us. I'm sure someone must have pissed themselves, but it wouldn't have been noticeable since we were pretty drenched by the water that had splashed into our boat. We didn't make it out.

The other boat bobbed about waiting for the rest of the landing team to get into the water but that didn't happen. While out there they were thrown up by a large swell and they sustained a casualty (the one medic on the boat) with a suspected back injury. With the landing exercise postponed, they attempted to recover the landing craft back into the well deck - no go. They next decided to see if they could get med pers onto the boat to check the condition of the casualty and to transfer him by helicopter back to the ship. After a few attempts at lowering the unlucky SOB into the boat that resulted in being dunked into the North Pacific like a teabag, any thought of hoisting the casualty off was abandoned and the boat spent the next few hours on the water heading to Port Hardy, where all (except the crew of the landing craft) were picked up and helo-ed back to the ship.

The next morning we tried it again. This time the landing was successful.

 

[brihard]

One of the scariest experiences was crouching/laying on the deck of a mikeboat that was attempting to exit the well deck of an LPD (USS Cleveland LPD-7) off the northern end of Vancouver Island. We'd already been through a few days of rough weather coming up from San Diego (one USN sailor on another ship had been lost overboard - a female, back in the early days of women being posted to ships - there were suspicions that she had been murdered, her body was never recovered) and the sea was not much better there. One boat had already made it out after some terrifying moments of crashing into ours and almost coming over top of us. I'm sure someone must have pissed themselves, but it wouldn't have been noticeable since we were pretty drenched by the water that had splashed into our boat. We didn't make it out.

The other boat bobbed about waiting for the rest of the landing team to get into the water but that didn't happen. While out there they were thrown up by a large swell and they sustained a casualty (the one medic on the boat) with a suspected back injury. With the landing exercise postponed, they attempted to recover the landing craft back into the well deck - no go. They next decided to see if they could get med pers onto the boat to check the condition of the casualty and to transfer him by helicopter back to the ship. After a few attempts at lowering the unlucky SOB into the boat that resulted in being dunked into the North Pacific like a teabag, any thought of hoisting the casualty off was abandoned and the boat spent the next few hours on the water heading to Port Hardy, where all (except the crew of the landing craft) were picked up and helo-ed back to the ship.

The next morning we tried it again. This time the landing was successful.

I bet they learned a lot more from the botched attempt than they would have from a successful rep.

 

[Blackadder1916]

I bet they learned a lot more from the botched attempt than they would have from a successful rep.

The big giant heads probably learned the importance of checking the weather forecast; I was reminded of the adage of "never volunteer" (I was the stupid SOB who got dunked like a teabag). Otherwise, the USN boat types I spoke with said that it was a typical boat launch, however it was definitely rougher than the few times we had previously done boat drills at the amphib base in San Diego and off Camp Pendleton.

 

[daftandbarmy]

The big giant heads probably learned the importance of checking the weather forecast; I was reminded of the adage of "never volunteer" (I was the stupid SOB who got dunked like a teabag). Otherwise, the USN boat types I spoke with said that it was a typical boat launch, however it was definitely rougher than the few times we had previously done boat drills at the amphib base in San Diego and off Camp Pendleton.

The Royal Marines and RN were pretty cautious about small boat operations around LPDs etc.

If conditions weren't nearly perfect they'd go to a Plan B of some kind, especially in Norway with water temperatures just above Zero.

I flew on and off those things more often than hopping in and out of an LC in the dock.