At least you have a reason for scrambled brems. I have nothing to point to except getting cow-kicked in the side of the head by a horse when I was very young. I’ll claim that in an emergency.
Yeah, well, I’ve got three concussions behind me as well. One from the car accident (three-day coma) and two from falls, one worse than the other. The third one had me crawling everywhere until the nausea and vertigo had passed.
So I get the “cow-kicked” part. I’ve seen those cow-kicks, and there’s no way I want to be on the business end of one. I’ve seen farmers who tied not only the tail, but one leg as well to make sure he was milking “hazard-free.”