"I think I overdosed"

I almost forgot the exciting part of my New Years. 

Ron has a system for taking medication: he has a digital recorder and records every time he takes his medication.  For whatever reason, he heard 6:30 PM as 2:30 PM, and took an additional dose of XS Tylenol. 

He brought me the bottle "How often do I take it?"  "Every 6 hours". 

"I took two doses in a 2 hour period.  Am I going to die?"  Probably not, I figured, but we should call poison control.  "No" he replied "I don't want to do that."  We should go to the hospital, then.  "No, I don't want to do that.".  What DO you want to do?  "Just wait and see if I get sick" He replied. 

I did enough research to determine over 4 grams a day was "bad" and he had only had 3 so far that day.  I didn't tell him that, but continued to encourage him to call poison control or go to the hospital.  He kept refusing. 

He wanted a drink.  I talked him out of that, explaining rather sharply: the medication has bad liver interactions with alcohol at NORMAL doses, much less overdoses.  He reluctantly agreed to abstain, while laughing at me. 

I didn't think it was funny.  He has no idea what he could have done to himself.  He snored all night, so when I woke up I at least knew he was alive.  He kept asking me where his liver was in case it started to hurt, and I told him.  He had no pain. 

I can't think of anything I can to do prevent something like this in the future.  It was an accident.  Ron was not having a blackout.  It could happen again.  It could happen to me, theoretically, although I use my pill organizer.  From what I have read, though, an extra dose wouldn't hurt me much.  I am taking far less than maximum doses on all my medications. 

Anyway, that was my shock and horror on New Year's eve.  Not at all what I wanted but at least Ron seems to be OK.