Way back in 2010, while living in Kitende just before Bwebajja, life felt simple and efficient. I had created a routine that made me feel in control. Every evening, on my way home, I would stop at Total Kajjansi, buy a cake as a reward for surviving the day, eat it while driving, reach home, switch on the news, and then go straight to sleep. No brushing, just sugar, noise… and then silence. At the time, it felt like I was winning. Until one night, everything changed. I woke up to a sharp, unbearable pain in my tooth. It felt…