Same thing happen to me in 1968 when I was 7 during my tonsellectomy.
I did not feel pain or move, but I could see a limited field of vision and I could hear their conversation. They didn't believe me.
I remember being carried into the surgical suite. One nurse on each limb. They told me if I move they will tie me into a pretzel. Dr. Blums office in Brooklyn. 40 years later I still remember the operating suite in that little house.
I remember them dropping me in a bed afterwards where I proceeded to throw up for the next half hour, along with five other kids.
The only thing that was positive was the ice cream and the pictures my classmates sent to me as I recuperated.