Many years ago, I took care of a worker’s comp patient. He wasn’t improving. He lamented he could not even pick up the newspaper from his yard.
The worker’s comp carrier obtained video surveillance footage of this same person getting in his car, traveling over two states to reach a casino. There, he was filmed with a drink in one hand, a cigarette in the other, reveling at the end of a craps table. He was kicking one leg up in the air like a UFC contender screaming “Seven come Eleven.” I don’t think he won any money; but, he looked like he was having fun.



