I found the process quite long-winded. I had a phobia about eyes being touched, but gritted my teeth. You need to be given drops and then wait and then maybe more drops and then wait; all the time with a "cheery" Irish nurse patronising all us old folks (Ah, sure you've got lovely eyelashes, John!") Eventually, you and the doctor are ready to go for it, and your eye feels like a golf ball (i.e. it doesn't feel anything except for a heavy blob). In the Theatre, I was given the hand of a beautiful coffee-skinned nurse to hold and was told to give her a squeeze if I wanted to communicate. My head was hooded, with a hole for my eye to be accessible, and then it was time for the fascinating show. My lens was painlessly dissolved with ultrasound and then I was able to "see" what was going on - blurry visions of delicate female fingers manipulating a new plastic lens. All the time I was breathing, relaxing and counting - 20 minutes of (maybe) 15 second breaths got me through to the end. Fascinating light show. I didn't bruise coffee-skinned nurse's fingers. There was no pain, only fear, which I overcame. I'm not playing anything down and I hope I haven't alarmed you. You will be OK.