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No needle, but the damage was done: Here’s why jet injectors fell from favor
A patient receives a typhus vaccination from a jet injector at Fort
Gordon, Ga., in 1959. The military embraced the needle-free technique of
delivering vaccines. Concerns about passing along bloodborne pathogens
curtailed the use of multi-use injectors in the 1990s.
A patient receives a typhus vaccination from a jet injector at Fort
Gordon, Ga., in 1959. The military embraced the needle-free technique of
delivering vaccines. Concerns about passing along bloodborne pathogens
curtailed the use of multi-use injectors in the 1990s. (Otis Historical
Archives/National Museum of Health and Medicine)
By
John Kelly
Columnist
Feb. 2, 2021 at 2:15 p.m. PST
Nostalgia is a funny thing. One definition is “wistful affection for the
past.” But sometimes it seems to mean, “relief after surviving something
unpleasant.”
Such is the case with the subject of my Tuesday column: the jet
injector. Millions of Americans — especially those who served in the
military — remember their encounters with the medical device. They don’t
necessarily remember them fondly, but they do feel camaraderie with
their literal comrades in arms.
The devices used compressed air to deliver vaccines, forcing the liquid
through the skin without a needle. The District’s George Pettie
remembers how fast they were.
Wrote George: “Line up front to rear, shirts off. Medics on both sides,
‘shot guns’ in hand. Down the row — ZIT! ZIT! ZIT! ZIT! — two or three
in each arm in quick succession. Neither painless nor painful — about
the same as the needle. It was 1966. I was 19. U.S. Army.”
That was the same year Jim Galligan was in a Navy boot camp. “As was
common in boot camp, dark rumors abounded about everything,” wrote Jim,
who lives in Alexandria.
One rumor was that the 10-week boot camp would be cut short because the
United States was on the verge of war with China.
“Now that I think of it, boot camp rumors weren’t unlike sitting around
a campfire as a kid listening to scary stories,” wrote Jim. “Anyway, the
‘injection’ rumor was that some guy — always in another company —
flinched just when the medic was giving him the injection and the air
gun ripped a big gash across his arm and required stitches.”
It wasn’t only soldiers who encountered the jet injector. In May 1963,
Betsy Thomas Amin-Arsala was a sophomore at Mount Holyoke College and
preparing to spend the summer in Israel for an archaeological program.
She needed a yellow fever shot, but no area doctors had access to the
vaccine.
“I had to get special permission to go to Westover Air Force base to
find it,” wrote Betsy, who lives in the District. “And there I had to
stand in line with hundreds of smiling and jeering GIs, stick out my arm
and be injected by what looked and sounded to me like a gun. Now I know
it was the jet injector!”
Terrence H. Scout was shot in the arm several times as a recruit in the
1960s at “Fort Lost-in-the-Woods, Misery,” a.k.a. Fort Leonard Wood, Mo.
“I was fascinated by the tool; wrote home about it and was sure it was
the future,” wrote Terrence, who lives in Purcellville, Va. “Alas, I
never saw or heard of it again until your column in today’s Post. Why?”
There are several reasons. One is that the shots required patients to
stay still as the end of the gun was applied and the trigger was pulled.
The vaccine came out at 1,200 psi and if a person flinched — and the
nozzle wasn’t butted up straight against the arm — the powerful stream
of liquid could tear the skin.
Nearly every service member who wrote to me mentioned seeing someone
who, after the shot, was left with blood streaming down his arm. This
did not engender confidence in the people still waiting in line.
But the real problem was infection. In their haste, some operators did
not clean the business end of the gun sufficiently between shots. And
even when the nozzle was sanitized, pathogens could remain inside the
mechanism. An outbreak of hepatitis B at a weight loss clinic in the
1980s was traced to jet injectors. U.S. veterans who developed hepatitis
B or hepatitis C at the time were able to successfully file for benefits
from the former Veterans Administration.
Jet injectors were used around the world, not just by the military but
in developing countries to inoculate against diseases such as cholera,
typhoid and smallpox.
What they lacked in finesse they made up in volume. But the risks of
bloodborne infection meant that the use of traditional jet injectors by
the U.S. military ceased in the 1990s.
Today’s jet injectors are single-use devices. Though they are not
approved by the Food and Drug Administration to deliver a coronavirus
vaccine, they do deliver flu vaccines. Some don’t deliver a vaccine at
all. The J-Tip needle-free injection system uses CO2 to spray liquid
anesthesia through the skin. It’s designed to numb tissue in preparation
for procedures that require a needle.
Tom Sneeringer of the District got a kick out of one detail in Tuesday’s
column: how the commanding officer of some malingerers at Army basic
training ordered them to “fall out for plague shots,” forcing them to
endure seven jet injector shots in each arm.
Wrote Tom: “I so wish I still had kids in the house, especially kids who
act up a lot. ‘Fall out for plague shots’ would have been an extremely
handy disciplinary warning.”
Glenn Easton of Chevy Chase, Md., doesn’t pine for the return of the jet
injector, but he does fondly recall the little polio vaccine sugar cubes
he got as a child. Wrote Glenn: “Forget the air-compressed vaccine and
invent an easy and tasty vaccine.”
Glenn, don’t you know that sugar’s bad for you?
Twitter: @johnkelly
For previous columns, visit washingtonpost.com/john-kelly
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