I also work in the NHS, I took six months off after my 25yo sibling died in his sleep.
I got signed off by the GP, and nobody ever questioned it.
Being quite frank, I was so deep in my grief I found it almost impossible to give the slightest shit about anyone else’s problems, maybe the really serious stuff I did, I still cared that people had cancer or died. But I had zero tolerance for Karen behaviour we see in the NHS sometimes, the people kicking off because they’ve not managed to con another Methadone/Morphine/Codeine prescription out of the system, those demanding they absolutely must have an urgent appointment as they’re flying in 2 hours and they don’t want to pay for a certain medication over the counter and insist it must be on prescription.
In fact, some of them I absolutely could not rationalise that they got to live, and yet my baby brother was dead. There was no fucking sense in it.
And even on top of all that, his death absolutely rocked my faith in my own skills and competence, that somehow, the mere fact that someone you love can just go to fucking bed and be taken from you, I was blindsided by it, and the fact that there was NOTHING I could have done to train for it or prevent it. That you can know so many things, medicine can be so advanced, I personally have saved whole actual lives, people who don’t even know that I did that for them - because they were unconscious at the time, etc. That there was still nothing I could have done to prevent him dying, no matter how hard you train, however well you know your shit, no matter how many lives you save, how many pulses you get back, some of them will just be snatched from you before you even realise what’s happened.
So yeah, I needed fucking six months off work.