MRI in Dear Diary

I got my first ever MRI done today. I have been having issues with one of my knees off and on for months. They made me go through physical therapy and not progress enough in order to qualify for an MRI. The experience was certainly a unique one. I had to make sure to remove all metal items from my person, since the machine is a giant magnet. The technician warned me that it was going to be loud and gave me head phones, the ear pieces covered with little hairnet-like things. She asked what I wanted to listen to. I wasn’t prepared for this and asked the options. She said they have pandora. I said the first thing that came to my mind: AJJ.
Armed with my folk punk music, and no metal on my body, she loaded my lower half into the magnetic tube. It was, indeed, quite loud. It made a lot of whirring noises that were almost soothing. I found myself reminded of my years suffering in orthodontist chairs, as a child. Staring at the ceiling. Sitting still. Trying to find something to occupy my mind while I waited, to carry me through until this visit was over. I tried to count ceiling tiles, which was impossible to do while sitting still, as I didn’t want to turn my head. She had told me it would be about 20 minutes, if I didn’t move around too much. I kept a mental tally of the songs that played in my ears, to approximate the time. The quality of the headphones was tinny and dulled. Something about hearing Neutral Milk Hotel in poor quality, with my head poking out of an mri, peering at ceiling tiles and the front of the machine, resonated with me as particularly humorous. As if this was how it was meant to be listened to, all along.
The results are already back from a doctor’s reading of it, on my hospital portal app thing. Looks like no significant findings. I feel like every time I have a health problem and finally get the care I think is significant, it’s always to no avail. It’s all so frustrating and I wonder why I even bother. There is a small “baker’s cyst” on the back of the knee, seen in the imaging though, the report says. So, the smallest of reassurances, to myself even, that it’s not all in my head. I am going to ask if I can have an orthopedic specialist review it as well, as this was just a family practice doctor, but I am still feeling pretty defeated.