Well, he made it home on Thursday. He's been told to stay off the booze, he might not be so lucky next time. Apparently out of every 100 that take ill the way he did only 5 survive, and only 2 of those make a full recovery.

He is still very weak, is unable to use his hands properly, and is slowly regaining his strength.
I now have the problem of telling him he isn't getting his dogs back until I feel that he can cope with them. He wants them back next weekend. The one saving grace, if you like, is that I know where they are, he doesn't :D