Stampy's cry for help

Stampy attempted suicide this morning while I was out at the barn.
He got Odin's pills from the countertop, tore apart the pill containers, and then, to my horror, ate what looked like all of Odin's heart pills.
So I called Dr. W, who did some calculations and called me back and said Stampy needed to come in to get charcoal in his stomach. Since I had been gone 3 hours and we didn't know what time he ate them, there wasn't any point in inducing vomiting.
He looked a little, droopy, with dilated pupils, and so we raced over to the vet and got the charcoal tube in his belly.
I've been watching him the last couple hours to make sure he doesn't pass out. Some of those pills are blood pressure reducers and others are blood thinners, and too many at once could have been trouble.
But, as I was cleaning the house, I found that he actually stashed most of them (for a later, second attempt?) and they were mostly the nasty heart-stopping ones, so I think he's going to be ok.
Little bastard.
This must be becuase I'm weaning him off the prozac.