A trip to Telluride Colorado with my hubby and a small group of friends seemed like the perfect pre-spring getaway. I mean for most people it should. I am the exception, as always, it appears. I did my pre-snow shopping, called favors in for covering the children (my mother-in-law, specifically), I even bought those big plastic bags you vacuum the air out of to save packing space when bulky items like ski clothing are called for. I was prepared. Until we landed at 87,000 feet above sea level. I’ve skied before. But not quite so high. I have frequent migraines, like, a lot. So, a severe headache slamming me upon arrival wasn’t surprising. But then I began hearing about Acute Mountain Sickness (AMS), or Altitude Sickness. I had no energy or appetite (highly unusual) for two days. I made my way to the oxygen bar, suggested to me by the concierge and a couple Facebook friends. Like magic, ten minutes on oxygen cured me. Until I took the cannula out of my nose. The spa …