Yep, shock is a wild card, even when you know you are suffering from it:
Long time ago I rolled a Holden down a very long bank with 3 of us on the front bench seat. When we came to rest there was no glass in the car, every panel was bent, the engine and gearbox were off their mounts and the gas tank was empty, having torn open on a fence we passed through along the way. Our final roll was arrested by a power pole, which stove in the roof just behind us. Sounds dramatic, it was and I'm not making any of it up.
The 3 of us were amazingly unhurt, probably because we were packed in snug so didn't rattle around too much.
And all in shock:
The guy in the middle was gone, unbelted, climbed over the other passenger, out the window, up the bank and was walking in circles on the road.
The other passenger slumped and burst into tears and I had to persuade him to get out of the car, which I feared would burn.
And once I had him out, I became obsessed with finding my sunglasses, which had been on the front shelf, but had departed along with the rest of the glass somewhere on the bank.
I knew it made no sense, but that's what I was doing.