My Dad

My poor Dad fell on Monday. To make a verrrrry long story short, he broke his back, T9 and T10, in the middle of the back where a woman's bra strap would be. He's in a back brace, in a lot of pain, and not totally lucid. We're not sure if it's the pain meds or the CO2 buildup he is having. The docs and nurses (who are wonderful) say it's probably a bit of both. We are trying to take things one day at a time - that's just about all we can do. Except we visit, try to cheer him up, help him eat, tell him we love him. It's all very stressful and sad. I'm afraid it's the end of the trail for him.
It's a helpless feeling, not being able to "fix" your loved one and still trying to work and function on a daily basis.
I don't know what else to do. Just trying to be here and be strong for the rest of the family.