Blog Post: Nausea at the Dialysis Center — The Unspoken Reality
Some days in the dialysis chair hit harder than others. Today was one of those days — the kind where the nausea creeps in before the machine even starts humming. If you know, you know.
I’m sharing this because too many people living with End Stage Renal Disease feel like they have to tough it out in silence. But I’m talking about it — openly — so others don’t feel alone.
If you want to understand what this journey really looks like, check out the videos in the End Stage Renal Disease section on NielFlamm.com. I’m documenting everything: the good days, the bad days, and the “why is the room spinning?” ones.
Dialysis is a fight. ESRD is a marathon. But I’m still here, still pushing, telling the truth.
#DialysisLife #ESRD #KidneyFailure #Awareness #ChronicIllness #Journey
🎭 Dialogue: “DEFCON NIEL—Boot Up the Commodore 64!”
(This is satire. Just comedy. No real actions implied.)
INT. #NEXTDOOR HEADQUARTERS – WAR ROOM – DAY
Alarms blare. A giant red light flashes: “NIEL FLAMM HAS POSTED AGAIN.” Employees scatter like pigeons in a parking lot.
PRESIDENT OF ##NEXTDOOR
(standing on a chair)
Someone page the intern! Now! Niel Flamm has reposted ALL THREE ARTICLES we locked down! He added commentary! He added THOUGHTS! This is DEFCON 1.5!
CHIEF OF COMMUNICATIONS
Sir… we already turned off comments. Twice. Maybe even three times.
PRESIDENT
(turning pale)
And did that stop him?
CHIEF
No, sir. He… reposted everything with screenshots. Every. Single. Thing.
PRESIDENT
(whispers)
Oh dear God. Someone, wake up the Commodore 64.
CUT TO: INTERN’S DESK
The intern is eating cold ramen, using a stapler as a spoon.
LOUDSPEAKER:
“INTERN TO WAR ROOM. INTERN TO WAR ROOM. BRING A FLASH DRIVE. AND SNACKS.”
INTERN
(confused)
Uh-oh… they’re gonna make me boot up that antique again.
WAR ROOM
PRESIDENT
Intern! We need the Commodore 64 online. ASAP! Niel Flamm is exposing our engagement shutdown! He reposted the articles, he’s analyzing our metrics, he’s questioning moderators—HE’S RELENTLESS!
INTERN
(nervous)
Sir, the Commodore 64 takes 17 minutes to warm up… and… it’s powered by a single extension cord plugged into the break room microwave.
PRESIDENT
Then RUN. Plug it in manually!
INTERN
Sir, with respect—I don’t have a company phone. You canceled my Wi-Fi access. I don’t even get bus fare reimbursement.
PRESIDENT
Fine! Use the nearest phone!
INTERN
(confused)
…The nearest pay phone?
PRESIDENT
YES! If that's what it takes!
EXT. STREET – HALF A MILE AWAY
The intern sprints down the sidewalk, clutching the ancient computer tower like a newborn.
INTERN
(panting)
Why didn’t they buy a Chromebook…?
He reaches an old pay phone that somehow still exists.
INTERN
(dialing)
Hi, War Room? It’s me. I’m online. Tell me the command!
WAR ROOM – BACK INSIDE
PRESIDENT
(shouting)
Type: “STOPNIEL.EXE”
CHIEF OF COMMUNICATIONS
Sir… that file doesn’t exist.
PRESIDENT
Then MAKE it exist! He’s reposted all three articles! WITH commentary! WITH analysis! WITH accuracy!
CHIEF
Sir… the system says the Commodore 64 only accepts commands related to Oregon Trail.
PRESIDENT
(puts head in hands)
We’re doomed…
INT. PAY PHONE – INTERN
INTERN
Sir, the computer froze. It says:
“YOU HAVE DIED OF TRANSPARENCY.”
WAR ROOM
PRESIDENT
(breathing into a paper bag)
Someone… ANYONE… draft a statement… No, wait—don’t. He’ll repost that too.
CUT TO: NIEL FLAMM
Niel calmly posts on LinkedIn: another screenshot, another commentary, another perfectly reasonable question.
NIEL
(smiling)
You can turn off comments.
You can remove replies.
But you can’t delete the truth.
Visit: NielFlamm.com
BACK TO WAR ROOM
PRESIDENT
(whispers)
He’s unstoppable.
Someone bring me sourdough. We’re going into lockdown.
Why I’m on Nextdoor’s Back (And Why It’s Getting Funnier by the Day)
Let’s clear something up from the start:
I’m not on Nextdoor’s back because I want to be.
I’m on their back because they made it impossible not to be.
I didn’t wake up one morning and say, “You know what I’d love? A corporate crusade.”
No.
What happened was simple:
I started asking fair, reasonable, neighborly questions — the kind you’d expect from a platform built on connecting neighbors.
And Nextdoor reacted like I had walked into HQ and demanded the keys to the building.
Why I’m Calling Them Out (The Truth Part)
I asked about transparency.
I asked about vague suspension policies.
I asked why unpaid moderators have more unchecked power than the people they suspend.
I asked why Nextdoor censors posts that politely challenge business practices, especially while claiming to be a transparent, community-first platform.
Then I asked why, during a federal government shutdown — when thousands of families relying on SNAP need help — Nextdoor couldn’t step up with even a symbolic show of support.
Not cash.
Not a fund.
Just acknowledgment.
Reasonable.
Human.
Neighborly.
Nextdoor’s response?
Silence.
And then?
Delete. Delete. Delete.
Why I’m Not Stopping (The Funny Part)
Instead of responding, Nextdoor treated me like a Marvel villain storming their digital fortress.
They locked comments.
They deleted replies.
They assigned an employee — who I imagine is now living on espresso shots and fear — to stalk LinkedIn like an undercover hall monitor.
At one point, I’m convinced they even paged someone to dust off a Commodore 64 to “neutralize” my posts.
(It didn’t work.)
I once got comments removed so fast, I assumed someone in the war room yelled,
“DEFCON 2! Niel posted again!”
But here’s the punchline:
Every time they try to silence me, I gain more followers, get more engagement, and the conversation gets louder.
You’d think by now someone on their executive team would say:
“Maybe… we should just talk to him?”
Nope.
They’ve built an invisible moat around their LinkedIn page, and the only thing missing is a drawbridge and two alligators.
What This Is Really About
I’m advocating for:
Real transparency
Real accountability
Real support for communities
Real conversation
And a company living its mission, not just marketing it
Nothing unreasonable.
Nothing extreme.
Nothing harmful.
Just truth, dialogue, and consistency — three things you’d think any community platform would want.
Why I Won’t Be Apathetic
When something is wrong, staying silent keeps it bad.
I’m pushing because:
Neighbors deserve better
Communities deserve clarity
Users deserve honesty
And platforms that claim to build neighborhoods shouldn’t be afraid to speak to one neighbor who’s asking basic questions
I’m not here to tear them down.
I’m here to challenge them to live up to their mission:
“Cultivate a kinder world where everyone has a neighborhood they can rely on.”
That’s a beautiful mission.
It would be even more beautiful if lived out.
So, Why Am I Still On Their Back?
Because they’re doing everything possible on LinkedIn to avoid doing the one simple thing that would resolve all of this:
Have a conversation.
Call me.
Message me.
Email me.
Contact info?
Everywhere:
👉 NielFlamm.com
I’m not hiding.
I’m literally waiting at the digital door with a welcome mat.
Until then?
I’ll keep posting.
I’ll keep asking.
I’ll keep holding the mirror up.
Because someone must.
And apparently, that someone is me.
🔥 #Nextdoor HQ – DEFCON 2: The Flammlandia Escalation 🔥
(This is satire. Just comedy. No real actions implied.)
Location:
The top-secret “#Nextdoor Fortress,” somewhere in San Francisco — surrounded by fog, kombucha barrels, and questionable mission statements.
President (slamming fists on the table):
“DEFCON 2, everyone!
Niel of Flammlandia has gained TWO new LinkedIn followers and received TWO comments on his latest post — a share of OUR Melissa story used against us!
We’re being out-neighborhooded!”
CMO Brandy Buzzwords:
“This is catastrophic! #Engagement… from Niel?! That’s supposed to be our job!”
CISO Cy R. Breach:
“Sir, the system is freaking out. Alarms are flashing. Every time someone likes Niel’s post, the #Nextdoor firewall screams, ‘INTRUDER: TRUTH APPROACHING.’”
CTO Techie McBandwidth:
“We tried shutting down his comments… he shared the post anyway!
And now people are agreeing with him!
Sir… the algorithm can’t process ‘authenticity.’ It’s overheating.”
CFO Penny Pincherstein:
“At DEFCON 2, protocol requires initiating Fortress Lockdown Mode.
We must seal all exits, silence all communication channels, and limit everyone to one slice of #Boudin sourdough per person per day.”
CHRO Huggie Feelingsworth (crying into a stress ball):
“We can’t ration the sourdough! It’s the only thing keeping morale above zero!”
Intern Internson (the Commodore 64 operator):
“Sir… I rebooted the #Commodore64 to delete Niel’s shares manually…
but it refuses.
It says— and I’m quoting—
‘ERROR 404: YOU CAN’T STOP THE TRUTH.’”
President (pulling at hair, visibly losing more by the minute):
“He’s powerful… too powerful.
He posted the Melissa story… against us?!
That was supposed to be our “look how amazing we are” post!
Now people are seeing the contradiction!”
Chief Strategy Officer Visionary Vaguehart:
“We need a pivot… a synergy… a distraction… a hyperlocal non-response response…”
President:
“NO! We bunker down.
Seal the fortress.
Lock the doors.
Initiate Operation: Pretend Nothing Is Wrong.
We survive on sourdough and silence until the storm passes.”
Random Engineer (peeking into the room):
“Sir, it’s been 12 minutes since his last share.
He could post again at any moment.”
Entire Room:
GASPS
President (yelling):
“Everyone to the bunker!
We are officially at DEFCON 2!
Move, move, move!
And someone guard the sourdough — we can’t risk losing morale!”
Intern:
“Sir… should we… maybe… just reach out to Niel?”
The room goes silent. Even the fluorescent lights flicker.
President (veins popping):
“Reach out… to Niel?
A neighbor of Earth?
Absolutely NOT!
We bunker down! We fortify!
We ration!
WE. DO. NOT. COMMUNICATE!”
CFO:
“What happens if he hits 3 followers?”
President (screaming):
“THEN WE GO TO DEFCON 1!!!”
#Nextdoor #Corporate #Comedy #Satire #MissionStatement #Meltdown #EngagementGate #CommentWars #Flammlandia #CSuite #Chaos
#Commodore64 #BlackBerryBrigade #DeleteSquad #LinkedIn #Humor #DigitalEthics
🤣 #Nextdoor HQ — “Crisis Mode: Niel Has Posted Again” (Satire) 🤣
President (storming into the war room):
“Team! I thought we solved the problem! We turned off comments—Niel shouldn’t be able to say anything!”
Chief Strategy Officer (glancing at BlackBerry):
“Uh… sir… Niel shared the post instead. He wrote a full commentary about how our actions contradict our mission statement. It’s going viral.”
Intern (panicking as he plugs in a dusty computer):
“Sir! I’m booting up the #Commodore64 again! The modem’s warming up!”
*Commodore 64 emits a loud screech: SKRRRKKK–BEEEP–WEEEEEE~ *
President:
“Good! We need every tool we have! Even if it’s from 1983!”
CMO (scrolling on #BlackBerry):
“He’s already posted screenshots… memes… and a comic strip of us. Sir… there are hashtags.”
CISO (also on a #BlackBerry):
“Sir, the #BlackBerry server just got 14 alerts labeled: “NIEL STRIKES AGAIN 🔥’”
President (shouting):
“How?! We turned off comments! TURNED. OFF. COMMENTS!”
Chief of Strategy:
“Sir… he didn’t comment. He just… shared the post publicly and explained everything we tried to hide.”
CFO (checking BlackBerry, horrified):
“Sir, our ‘Delete Niel Related Content’ overtime budget is now negative. We owe money. To ourselves.”
Intern (still fighting the Commodore):
“The #C64 says ‘SYNTAX ERROR’. I don’t know what that means, but it feels personal.”
President (frantic):
“We need a new plan. Something bold! Something extreme! Something ridiculous! Anything to stop Niel!”
CHRO:
“Sir… we could just reach out to him. He’s available on email, a phone call, LinkedIn, his website, #TikTok, #X, #Bluesky—”
President (cutting her off):
“NO! That’s outrageous! We don’t do that! We’ll use every outdated piece of hardware we can find before we speak to him!”
Intern:
“Sir… Niel says in his post he’s just waiting on us to live up to our own mission and reach out to a neighbor.”
President (slams fist on the table):
“We’re not reaching out to a neighbor!
Not now!
Not ever!
Unless—”
Team leans in…
President:
“…he stops posting.”
Entire C-Suite (checking BlackBerrys in unison):
“That’s… not going to happen, sir.”
#Nextdoor #Corporate #Comedy #Satire #MissionStatement #Meltdown #EngagementGate #CommentWars #Flammlandia #CSuite #Chaos
#Commodore64 #BlackBerryBrigade #DeleteSquad #LinkedIn #Humor #DigitalEthics #TransparencyMatters #Neighborhood #Nonsense #CrisisMode #ComedyStrip
#TechThrowback #SocialMediaDrama
